More to trust Him to provide...

As anyone who knows my life story, or really anything about my childhood, knows, I am not a stranger to trusting my Heavenly Father to provide. From providing Christmas presents for us on years when my mom couldn't afford it, to providing new lungs for my mom when the doctors said it was too late. I grew up watching my mom live out this principle day in and day out and by the time I was becoming a woman had discovered for myself that there is nothing that my God can't do and that He can and will always make a way for the things we need.

Welcoming a child into this world is a beautiful thing, but it is also a huge financial expense (one, I might add, that does not go away for decades!). Mitch and I knew this going in and really weren't worried about it. We've had to put off some renovations in the house, and re-allot some money here and there, but were feeling very confident that there would be little that the Lord had to provide because he has already blessed us with the finances to handle this new challenge. And then we hit a speed bump...

Yesterday I left church and had lunch with my parents, Mitch and Josh at Regency. Mitch and I had driven separate to church because I had a baby shower to attend for some friends of ours. After lunch he went home and I headed to the baby shower. It was a lovely shower with beautiful and creative decorations and a wonderful group of ladies. Unfortunately my back started hurting me about halfway through the shower (3 o'clock). I left at 4:15 just praying that I could get home quickly because all I wanted to do was lay down and cry. I sped all the way home, going way over the speed limit and was ecstatic when I saw my exit. I got off the interstate behind a red SUV. We both stopped at the yield sign, and she proceeded to turn onto the road. I pulled forward a couple feet, stopped, looked left to make sure it was clear, and accelerated. While I was looking left, she apparently decided to stop in the middle of the road and I plowed into the back of her. I couldn't believe it. I felt fine and was sure the baby was fine (which after a trip to the doctor's was confirmed)but my car did not look good. Her SUV barely had a scratch, but her hitch had crushed my front bumper into the engine.

The problem with this is that I have been using my dad's old car for almost a year, in an attempt to put off having to buy a car. Now it looks as if we'll have to purchase one, something that was definitely not in our budget. That being said, Mitch has taken it in stride, and with out hesitation (as I was crying at the accident scene) told me that the Lord would work it out and we would just get another car. I am so grateful that I have a husband who loves and trusts the Lord with such certainty! And now we just have more to trust Him for, which will mean more to be thankful for! Starting with me giving thanks that the Lord protected Brooke and has allowed me to look at this not-so-good-situation with hope and promise!