On Monday night Ken called from his cellphone to say that he was on his way to the hospital, our Bishop had been hit by a car while riding his bike. He had no more details to share, so for the next half hour my mind wondered through all the possible scenarios from just a few scrapes to something fatal. A hundred "What ifs" went through my head......what if he was seriously injured....what if he didn't make it.....what would Teresa do.....what if it was Ken....what if I said good-bye to my husband one day then he never came back home....what was the last thing we said to each other...what if....what if....what if?
Much to my relief Ken called back to say the Bishop was okay. He was really banged up, and he required surgery to sew up a gash in his back. His shoulder is killing him, and it looks like he'll spend a few more days in the hospital recovering. All in all it could have been so much worse.
When Ken first called one of my first thoughts were....how could this happen to our Bishop...we pray for him....we pray for his health..for his safety...for his strength...and for his family....how could this happen to HIM? Shouldn't he have some protective shield around him or something? I'm sure that the Bishop was protected, watched over, and blessed. But the truth is this could happen to any of us at any time. Life is short. This experience, though it has a "happy ending" has made me rethink how I treat my loved ones. It is so easy to take for granted those we love, but who knows when they will be taken from us?
My biggest fear in this world is to loose my husband or one of my children....I pray, pray, pray, that would never happen. But, if it ever did I pray I would never regret the words I've said that could never be erased, or my actions that could never be changed.
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