Its been over three years now...
and the only real reason it came to mind today was because I saw the pictures on Granddad's desktop.
But the memories came flooding back.
The way a car sounds when its being crushed. The sound of breaking glass. The eerie stillness when its all over... and the radio is the only thing making any noise.
In every way, our Father takes care of us.
I walked away that day (Saturday, May 14th 2005) with only bruises and sore muscles.
There are days when I wonder if my prayers are heard. And others when I know for certain, He has His ear trained to hear my voice.
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