Perspective


My daughter was in a car accident yesterday. She was turning left on an unprotected green. The car is most likely totaled.
BUT MY KIDS ARE OK. I get that. and then, I settle in and think what the heck. We can't afford another car. We can't afford to get it fixed. We can't afford the insurance hike if we were to make a claim.

We try so hard to be responsible with our money and sometimes I feel like - for what. We scraped up enough to buy this great deal of a car so we could have 2 cars... to buy it, to register it, to insure it, for what? for 9 months?

A friend of mine sent this link to this song


I know the Lord loves me. And there are SO MANY what if's... IF she had been a few feet farther, the other driver would have t-boned right into son1. IF there had been a pedestrian....etc. I am truly thankful that no one was hurt. and then I just don't get it...

Laments:
1. Can't afford a new car
2. Can't afford to fix the car
3. Can't afford our insurance to go up even if we were to make a claim
4. There's a huge additional load put back on me as far as driving. Not just school, I actually like that...but everything. Anything she wants to do. And the year long theatre commitment she & Son1 are in with late night rehearsals & performances...
5. I feel pretty alone at church. A lot of it is me, I know that. On the other hand, people don't know how to keep confidences, and I'm not willing to risk loose lips with my personal stuff.


Gratitudes:
1. Daughter is ok
2. Son1 is ok
3. No one else was hurt in the accident
4. Hubby was home so I didn't have to go take care of this alone
5. We had a fun family day today for the last day of summer vacation. We took a bike ride to a great park, payed in a creek (well, the boys did), rode back, had dinner in the park we started the ride from.

I love my family

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