A week and two days ago, it was getting close to dusk, and for a summer evening in the South, the weather was nice out. We set out on our bikes to enjoy an evening untainted by thunderstorms. We thought this would be a great way to get some exercise and have some momma/daughter quality time.
We were riding on a little country, dead-end, low-traffic road near our house. The evening was nice, but for some reason I felt unsettled. God nudged me to pray for protection, so I did.
We were picking up speed downhill. She was in front, and we were going along smoothly until her front tire started jerking back and forth. The bike began fish-tailing, and suddenly Haley was tangled in her bike and being tossed down the asphalt road.
She landed near the side of the road, face up. She screamed, “Mommy, please help me. Mommy!!! Please!! Help me Mommy! Help me!!”
I couldn’t get my bike to stop fast enough. This momma’s heart nearly pounded out of her chest. I had no idea what I would find when I got back up the hill to my girl.
With no cell phone, I was so thankful to see a woman running across her yard and down the hill toward us to help.
All of my years as a nurse, even ones in the ICU, hadn’t prepared me for this one. Helping injured people is not a problem at all for me, but it felt different when my child was the one injured. I wanted to puke.
I could see right away that her right, upper arm was broken in two. I was so afraid she had other internal injuries. She was scraped with road rash from head to toe. When I got to her, she was panicking, so I consoled.
I let her talk but wouldn’t let her move. “Breathe Haley, but please don’t move. You’re going to be okay honey. I prayed, “Lord please let her be okay.” I rode with her to the hospital in an ambulance with her arm and neck in braces and pain meds being given.
After hours and a whole gamut of scans and x-rays, I sat in the Emergency Room watching her writhe in pain as they formed a splint to her broken arm. It started to sink in. Tears began to flow uncontrollably. I had held them in as long as I could. She wasn’t wearing her helmet. WHY had I not insisted that she wear her helmet? WHAT was I thinking? And WHY had I not grabbed my phone? I never go anywhere without my cell phone!
I heard Him whisper, “She’s okay. Calm down. I know you feel like you needed these things, but you really didn’t. You just needed Me. If you had them, you would’ve felt like you controlled the situation. This way, you got to see Me. I intervened, didn’t I? Her head has no injuries, My hand was her helmet. I sent a woman and her son with a cell phone to help. Were you stranded for a single minute?”
I hear You, and I’m so in awe of You! I’m so thankful. I couldn’t stop thanking Him for protecting her head and neck! I’ve seen those injuries. I knew, and I was grateful to tears. Thank you for protecting my baby girl.
He said, “Don’t forget. She’s My baby girl too. I love her. I have plans for her, and I’m going to use this in both of your lives.”
Three days later, as we drove to her doctor’s appointment, Haley said, “Mom, I think I know why this happened.”
I asked, “Why?”
She continued, “God wants to know if you trust Him.”
I replied, “Honey, you might be right. I’m sure there are multiple reasons why God allowed this to happen, but that’s probably one of them.”
She said, “You know mom, it’s easy to trust God when things are easy, but it’s harder when it’s difficult. “
I said, “Yes, Haley, you’re right. Sometimes it’s just plain difficult. And your momma chooses to believe that God is good, and His plans for us are good no matter how difficult things get. He will get us through it, and He’ll probably teach us a few things in the process that will make us better. No matter what, I choose to stand on His promises: that He’ll never leave us or forsake us, and that His plans are to prosper us and not to harm us, to give us a hope and a future. I know He’s with us in this car right now, and He will work this all out for our good, somehow. I trust Him! And guess what little one! From now on, you WILL wear your helmet!”