at the stoplight

Around 10:30am this morning, a dear lady ran a red light and we collided in the intersection. I had the two oldest children with me. My kids and the woman are fine, thank God. The car is not. The ER doctor said I'd be sore for 2-4 weeks but currently I just ache and feel very stiff :-).

I didn't want to go to the hospital by ambulance because I knew that would frighten my kids. Bear and Granny drove to Springfield in record time, and as soon as they came I explained to the kids that mommy needed to go check her neck at the doctor. Jonathan began to cry.

"Mommy, are you going to die?!!"

"No Jonathan, mommy's not going to die. I'm going to be just fine."

"Mommy if you die, who is going to speak?"

"Excuse me?"

"If you die, who it going to speak? Who is going to tell the people about Jesus?!"

"Oh buddy, I'm not going to die. But you and your sister and your daddy...all of us can speak about Jesus."

"I can't yet," Jona said, "I still say 'uhm' too often."

My precious, precious children.