From Day 1, we have always taught our kids that we walk our company out when they are leaving. It is just good southern manners! Today was no different. As Kimber left and hollering "bye" was done, Josiah decided to make a run for it in the opposite direction of our front door. As in, he bolted down the sidewalk as swift as a gazelle. Literally.
I couldn't catch him. 2 houses down, 3 houses down, oh my gosh, I see a garage door opening, 4 houses down, please God help my legs speed up, yelling at Josiah to stop, 5 houses down, car starts backing out of his driveway, Jesus please make Josiah trip, I yelled a blood curdling scream as Josiah was about 5 feet away from getting run over. And in that instant, in that MOMENT, I believe the Lord had an angel shout at that man through his closed window. Because he hit his breaks hard and I swiftly picked Josiah up with the strength of a crazy woman and turned around shaking & fighting back the sobs that wanted to take me over. I heard the driver close his car door... I couldn't even turn around to thank him. I was in shock.
My son could have died today. But he didn't. Because God protected him.
And I am still processing all this... and teary eyed once again as I type this out.
Life is short friends. What are you doing with yours?