God Spared My Son but Not His
As Easter 2001 approached, I began asking God what I should write for our Sunday school Easter program. One day, my mind was illuminated and my pen couldn't keep up with the words coming into my mind. I felt the blessing of God so greatly that tears streamed down my face as I wrote.
On Easter morning, I was so excited to share this program and the blessings that I received with the congregation, but that was not to be.
As I was getting ready for church, I received a phone call from Shawn, our older son. It was a phone call no parent ever wants to receive. "Mom, I've been in an accident, but I'm OK. Please come and get me because my truck has been totaled."
Although he said he was OK, I knew deep inside that he wasn't, so I called my husband, Vaughn, who was at work. Together, we traveled a couple of hours to the accident site in South Georgia.
When we arrived, we were stunned at the devastation, and we both began crying in despair for our son. A state trooper put his arms around both of us and said, "I would ride anywhere with your son for I know who his co-pilot is. He would not have walked away from this accident." He stayed with us until we were calm enough to drive to the hospital where Shawn had been admitted.
Shawn was sore and a little bruised, but he had 90 percent of his spinal discs herniated. After some time, he was released to us. He began to tell us what happened.
Just before dawn, he was driving his 18-wheeler to Houston with a load of paper towels. He was so happy that he was going to be home with his family for Easter after the delivery. He was driving down a two-lane country road when he saw headlights coming toward him.
As the oncoming pickup truck neared, it swerved into his lane, so he blew his horn and moved over toward the shoulder. The truck swerved over again directly in front of him. Shawn realized he was going to have to drive onto the shoulder, which sloped down into a ditch, to avoid hitting the truck. As he did that, the truck hit him head-on.
Because of the slope of the shoulder, his truck tipped onto its side and slid nearly a quarter of a mile. The impact caused significant damage to the truck. He couldn't open his door, so he stacked some things in order to climb out of the cab door behind the driver's seat. A car was approaching, so he waved his flashlight to slow and stop them. He was then able to call for help.
A state trooper told us that they found a suicide note taped to the dashboard of the other truck. Sadly, the man did die in the crash. He had just been released from prison, and his family wanted nothing to do with him, so he decided to end his life.
I cried many tears that day, both of joy and sorrow. I felt so much joy that God spared the life of our beloved son but so much sorrow that He had to sacrifice His Son for us. How He must have grieved! I felt so unworthy of His love and blessings but so grateful for His many tender mercies. I can never sufficiently praise Him. What a loving, merciful Father we serve!
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