Interstate Ballet

From my personal journal:

Sunday, October 22, 2006
Today I sat in the back-seat with my arms around my daughter who was seated next to me in her car seat, helpless to have any influence over our pirouetting car as it traversed from one guardrail to the other amidst the flow of interstate traffic. It was during those few short seconds that my life whirled too quickly for me to feel, or to fear. It is since then that I have taken inventory of all that could have been so quickly lost. It is now that I appreciate all that I presently have. In a few minutes I will glance at my daughter as she sleeps in her bedroom and then lay down next my wife who is already asleep in mine. Finally, I will whisper thanks to a gracious God who faithfully acknowledged the prayer that we sent to him before we backed out of the driveway this morning.

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