This happened last night: My oldest son. Its 1:40am and I’m just getting home. Preston has an out of town class this week in Macon. He called me tonight and said he had been in an accident. I ran out the door, picked up my Mama and we went straight to him. He is ok. The other drivers are ok. He was TWO HOURS away when he called. The drive to him lasted a lifetime. When I walked up to him, it felt so good to put my arms around him and see he is ok. The we went to get his belongings from the car and that’s when I truly realized how scary the accident was. Almost his entire car has been hit/scratched/bent, etc. BUT HE IS OK. Seeing his car like this still has me in a mess of emotions, but mostly thankful he is alive. This is one of the scariest experiences of my life, I can’t truly imagine how his head is handling it all at this point. I am going to bed thankful for his life, his safety and knowing that no one was hurt. Cars can be replaced, people can’t. Praising God for His clear protection over my son last night.
This year I added a second tree. This is a special tree for my husband, Karl. In 2015, his Mama passed away. His dad gave us old ornaments and Christmas decorations that she had over the years. This tree is made up of her decorations, her angel and colored lights (because those are his favorite) and I even went old school with icicles. #christmas#merrychristmas#christmastree#christmasdecorations#lights#christmasangel