Just a few seconds earlier and he would’ve been dead for sure.
A near-death experience with some scratches could have been spinning out of control into a fatal bloody mess.
Just a few days ago, the driver of a semi-truck didn’t see my husband’s car in the right lane. He was on a mission to get off the exit so he could get to his required weigh station. But then he slammed into the back of Jim’s car.
Just a minor dent and a handful of scratches on the car. No injuries to the driver or Jim. Amazing to say the least.
When I got the call, my heart skipped several beats. Realizing Jim was okay, I gradually calmed down and breathed normally. But I was shaken up for the next couple hours just thinking about what could have happened to my husband.
My focus shifted from his close call with a semi to the moments I had with him before he left for his trip.
He was a bit stressed trying to get ready for his business trip. Rushing around, he reminded me that the tires on the Jeep needed air. He would get to it before I had to leave with my daughter for an appointment.
Stressed from some conflict with my daughter, I felt frustrated. With little margin left, it was time to go. We had a forty minute drive with thirty-five minutes to get there! But Jim had waited until the last-minute to put air in my tires.
Come on! We’re already running late! Why did you wait until now to do this? I told you what time we needed to leave!!
I snapped at him. And he snapped back at me.
Pulling out of the driveway, I barely glanced at him. I knew he was getting ready to leave for his trip in just a couple of hours. He would likely be gone before we got back. No time for a kiss goodbye. It was time to go.
After getting off the phone with him that night, I replayed in my mind our last conversation and moments of snapping at each other.
It hit me like a ton of bricks. If he’d been killed in that accident, rushing out the door and snapping at each other would’ve been our last shared moment together on this earth.
Tears flooded my eyes and I broke down.
We may think we’ll grow old with our spouse. But the reality is that we just don’t know how many days we truly have with one another.
We may take for granted that we’ll live to watch all our kids grow up into adulthood. But there are no guarantees for anyone.
My spouse’s near-death experience has changed my perspective on how to live my life.
I should cherish every moment I have with my loved ones.
I should live in the moment instead of getting too caught up in the next thing on my schedule.
I should be ready to offer grace when people don’t follow through with my expectations.
I should take a few seconds to give those hugs or kisses, even if it means I’ll be late.
This doesn’t mean we should let fear and worry consume our every waking moment! It also doesn’t mean we linger over past regrets that can’t be changed.
I’m praying for God to just help me enjoy the life He’s given me.
To live it to the fullest.
To savor the moments that really matter.
To soak up His love so I can pour it out on those around me.
To focus more on what is eternal instead of the things that won’t last.
Sometimes I need something to stop me in my busy-self-centered tracks to realize what’s really important. For me, it was a collision between a semi and my spouse. For you it might be something else.
I encourage you today, dear friend, to slow down and cherish the moments that really matter.
Blessings to you!