I've learned a great deal about counting my blessings recently. On September 26th I received a phone call at 4:00 AM that my mom and dad were in a hit and run accident in Houston and were in critical condition.
It is hard to explain the way this news made me feel - as if I had put my fingers in a light socket and felt electricity shoot through my body. I was stunned and frozen in disbelief. Within 20 minutes of hearing the news I was in the car with my husband and my brother on our way from Austin to Houston.
My mother suffered minor injuries, a broken nose and 25 stitches on her forehead. My father was in the worst shape of all the victims. He arrived unresponsive to the hospital and they were reluctant to say whether he would live or not. I haven't prayed that hard my entire life. It was as if my heart was being ripped out of my chest and I couldn't bare to take another breath.
After spending 10 days in the Neurosurgical ICU with head trauma, seven broken ribs and a shattered wrist - he was miraculously released to go home. Doctor after doctor came by his hospital bed on his release date, all telling him how far he has come in such a short time. The road to a full recovery will be a long one, but the ROCK of our family is alive.
If you care to read the story of the accident, and the play by play of the 10 longest days of my life then you can visit
Update 5/7/11: My dad is doing very well and continues to work to fully rehabilitate his crushed left hand. My mother's "minor" injuries turned very serious in February of this year when she had emergency spinal surgery to remove a large infection and replace vertebrae with a metal rod. She is currently wearing a halo brace, but all our spirits are up...and we continue to count our blessings.
Count your blessings, name them one by one,
count your blessings, see what God has done!
So, amid the conflict whether great or small,
Do not be disheartened, God is over all;
Count your many blessings, angels will attend,
Help and comfort give you to your journey's end.