Blessed

For those of you who have children who are of driving age, you will know what I mean when I say that you hold your breath, and pray continuously until you hear them walk through the front door and you know that they are safe.

At the same time, your heart does a flip when you see their cell phone on your caller ID when they are out and about.

Whenever I answer the phone when Nicole is out, I anxiously wait to hear the tone of her voice on the other end of the line. I am always hoping to hear a, "Hi mommy!" instantly telling me all is well.

Friday night, the call came and I found myself holding my breath waiting for her greeting. My worst fear was on the other end of that line.

"Mommy! We were just in an accident! Someone hit us!"

She was hysterical, sobbing and very upset. I did my best to find out the details- making sure no one was hurt, which thank heaven's everyone was OK, and then told her to call 911.

And then I waited for her to come home.

I read something today that put exactly how I felt into such beautiful words.

"When our comings and goings are framed by prayers of safekeeping, returning is a special blessing." (Kate Braestrup)

And that is exactly how we are feeling about this weekend. So blessed.