Nine years ago today, my beautiful 19-year-old niece was killed in a car accident. She was on her way home from visiting my mom in the hospital, where the whole family had gathered after Grandma’s quadruple bypass.
We feared that we would lose my mom. Instead, God called home our little Kellee.
Could you spare a prayer for both her and my sister? Because not a day goes by that she doesn’t miss her sweet girl.
Yesterday afternoon, I ran to Target for ingredients so that my family’d have supper. “Hey, aren’t you the lady that was here yesterday?” Yep. That was me.
As I waited at this stoplight:
I heard a siren and saw an ambulance in the rear view mirror. It was pulling into my subdivision and at that point, my imagination got the best of me.
I have a very active imagination. It gets the best of me ALL the time.
|Photo by my Friend, Christine!|
Later, with the fixings for bean burritos in tow, I returned to find that all was still well. Well, all was well except for the 9-year-old…who was grim about her loss of computer privileges and wasn’t afraid to let me know.
Angela and I have been going ’round a lot. She is one of the funniest and smartest kids I know, and yet, she’s been blessed with an unbelievably strong will.
My husband does fine with her strong will because, in truth, she got it straight from him! (He backs me up on this, I promise.) So on days when I’ve given a punishment that’s hard, I have to square my shoulders and accept the consequences.
In other words, it’s never really just their punishment. If you’re a parent who cares, you bear it too.
Anyway, I’m saying all this because today’s a new day. Today is a gift and when I look at her–at those sparkly blue eyes and that mischievous grin–I see life and love and God and eternity.