Today is the TEN-year anniversary of our daughter’s car accident that resulted in four days in the ICU at Atlanta Medical Center due to a broken back, concussion, and the loss of a front tooth. Our lives came to a screeching halt that night. It’s a phone call you never want to get. The phone call that simply said, “Kayla has had a small accident and would like for you to come.” Didn’t dawn on me that it must have been serious because if not, she would have made the call herself.
When we arrived at the scene and saw her fully restored (by her daddy) 1972 VW Beetle in Sunburst Yellow smashed, her dreams of sporting around in it all summer long shattered, my heart flew out of my chest about as fast as my husband bolted out of my moving car. He had to get to her and NOW wasn’t soon enough.
We learned within moments that she would not go to the local hospital but instead they would life-flight her to Atlanta Medical because it was the only one with the trauma unit at the level she needed–the trauma unit for spinal injuries. What? Was she not going to walk again?
As we waited in the waiting room, along with approximately eighty of her friends (yes, I said eighty!), prayers went up begging God for his protection on her spine and claiming full healing. That wait–the one that seems like days before you can get into the ICU to see your baby’s face–was grueling. But we finally got to see her and we waited with her to see if she would need back surgery for her broken back.
By the third day, her spirits had lifted, she’d been fitted with her back brace, and other than our concerns for her front teeth which were knocked around a bit and one would need to be replaced, she was stable and able to move her legs fully and didn’t need surgery. So we were thankful for that.
After the fourth day, she was able to come home with the instructions to remain on bed rest for six weeks and in a back brace for three months. She could not get out of bed without the back brace and the back brace couldn’t get wet, so you can imagine the routine we had to go through to bathe her and wash her hair. The bed rest for an eighteen year old was not fun, but the love that was poured out on her–on us–during that time made up for it. The house stayed packed with friends and there were constant phone calls, emails, FB messages reminding us of the prayers that were being sent up to God.
When my husband went to the towing place to collect the car, the wrecker driver asked him who was in the car with her. But no one was with her in the car. Except for the angel that took of the brunt of the force from the accident. Proof?
The windshield on the passenger’s side was shattered like a head hit it and the seat was broken as if someone had been in it. When we heard this from the wrecker guy, my entire body shook at the realization that my son had almost decided to ride with his sister that night after church to the restaurant to hang out with their friends but had decided instead to stay home. He would have been in that seat and most assuredly would have hit the windshield with his head. My precious only son! I am so thankful that God did not ask for the sacrifice of my only son that night. I am equally as thankful for the sacrifice He made so long ago of His only SON. Jesus! Thank you, Jesus, for protecting my children that night. Yes, even though my daughter suffered a great deal because of this accident, including PTSD from the trauma, God worked a miracle that night.
Some things I learned during that time:
God will do whatever He needs to do to get your attention.
He wants to be King and Lord of your life.
Our lives are not our own. We are here to point people to Jesus. We must let every season and circumstance be an opportunity to tell others of him.
Our children are given to us on loan. They do not belong to us. We are to raise them according to the Lord, love them, cherish them, and be ready to give them up if we have to.
My daughter is now fully restored and serving the Lord through her photography business. My son is now married and thriving.
This story is too good to be fiction!