Just before midnight tonight the phone rang with news that every parent dreads: Eric had been in a car accident. On the way home from the State Fair, he and his friends were hit by a drunk driver who entered the highway (35W) on an exit ramp going the wrong way. The drunk driver almost T-boned them, but Rebekah Tucker (driving the car Eric was in) swerved to avoid him just before the other car hit the passenger door, rear door, and spun out against the median (still going the wrong way). Thankfully, all are fine (albeit one is in jail). As I wait here for Mike to bring Eric home, I'm thanking the Lord for protecting them - Eric, Rebekah, Jesse, and Scott.
Just before bed, I was reading "Chosen By God", a great book by R. C. Sproul about the sovereignty of God. MIke and I knew Eric was on his way home and he'd told us not to wait up because it would be late. I turned off the light but for some reason couldn't sleep and began reading again. I had just finished reading a statement in the book from the Westminster Confession:
"God, from all eternity, did by the most wise and holy counsel of His own will, freely, and unchangeably ordain whatsoever comes to pass."
Then the phone rang, and in an instant Mike and I were upright in bed with the news. As Mike scrambled out the door, I got to my knees in thanksgiving to the God who created all things, has authority over all things, ordains all things, and by his gracious plan kept our son safe tonight.
Some may wonder whether we question the sovereignty of God in the loss of another son almost a year ago. We don't. As much as we miss him and yearn for him to still be with us, I can't imagine a 'safer' place to be than exactly where Victor is right now.
Next Friday (Sept 7) marks the 1-year anniversary of Victor's death, and we've been talking about how we, as a family, want to remember that day. Ultimately we decided to remember Victor and that day together privately. But as that coming day looms heavy, it prompted me to stop by his grave today. As I sat looking at Victor's headstone and reminiscing, it seemed close enough to touch the days when his smiling face was in our midst. And his words echoed in my head... even his whispered "I love you, Mom" in the car on that frantic day when he couldn't breath and we were racing to the hospital. I thanked God, out loud, for "all of it" - every speck of the the last 5 years that thrilled us and brought us to our knees with grief. How unmistakable God's plan and presence has been in 'all of it".
God so often puts his mark on our circumstances so that we don't miss the author of the plan. I told Eric tonight that God often puts 'bookends' on his ways... just after Victor's death, Eric had emergency surgery on his neck for a suspicious growth ... and today just a week before the anniversary we feel the breath of God's sovereign grace again. Yes, in ALL things, we have much to be thankful for.