When the Unexpected Happens

    Where our worries piled up

     The evening had a peaceful demeanor as the family huddled around the computers crammed into our box-sized loft.  No plans.  No deadlines.  No must-dos.  Just unwind and fall into dreamland.
     My cell phone chimed that a text message was coming through.  Only the youngest was out of the house, so it was probably a note as to when he'd be home.  I flipped open my pink phone nonchalantly, pressed the center button, and read the message:
     "Got in an accident. Not hurt or anything.  Just the fender dented in.  And I'm giving info."
     Jerked out of relaxing into reality, I called to Hubby and with edgy voice proclaimed, "He's been in an accident."
     A rush of adrenaline now marked the evening as worries surged into the nooks and crannies of our minds. Was the other driver hurt?  Was the accident our son's fault? Where was he?  Was his car in driving condition? Were there police on the scene?  Should we go help?
     We waited to give our son time to handle the exchange of info, and then we texted back: "Do you need any help?"  We waited for the next text back.
     It never came.
     The dark storm cloud hovered over our house.  We waited for what seemed a reasonable amount of time for our youngest to return home. We whisked another text over the electronic wires: "Are you ok"
     Then we noticed his cell phone was dead--calls went straight to the voicemail.  Full scale panic set in.  We had no idea where he was, if he was alright, if there had been complications with the accident, and no way to reach him.
     Crowded in the loft we discussed the options:  call the police to see if they had any contact with our son, check with his friends--but we had no phone numbers, or go search for him--but where.
     The hours had ticked away and we finally went to our bedroom to pray.  Ready for action, we headed to our car, clasping the cellphone as our lifeline.  As we pulled out of the driveway, it rang, then cut off.  We breathed.  At least he was alive. Within minutes, he was back home.
     So, why did we put off praying until after the worries had taken hold?  Peace is given to those who bring their cares to the Lord.  No matter how large or small.  We let ourselves be robbed.

      "Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God.  And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus." Philippians 4:6&7 NIV

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