MY REVELATION

About 2 years ago, me and 2 friends were driving down the Westpark Tollway when we suddenly ran out of gas. We were on our way to pick up another friend and then off to San Antonio for the weekend. I was driving my friends car and knew in Conroe that we needed to get gas but forgot to tell her when I picked her up in her car that I had been driving all day. So 45 miles later when we ran out of gas, I panicked. My friend was calm instructing me to get off at the next exit, thinking we still had 30 more miles before we'd really run out of gas. But you see we were on empty in Conroe. I was driving the car and could feel that we weren't going anywhere because her car that once said low fuel was now screaming no fuel. So, I pull over to the side of the road in rush hour traffic, cars going past us at 70 miles an hour as I'm frantically screaming over her "It's okay" statements that "No, we are REALLY out of gas". Assessing the situation we think how are we going to get fuel? Even if someone brought us gas, how would we stand out on the shoulder that is barely big enough for our car and fill it up with gas? We're gonna die...or starve...or never make it to San Antonio. At that time my friend accused me of panicing and calmy thought of a plan to get us safe and back on the road. A really good plan I might ad that entails calling the number on the back of your Driver's License. And it worked.

I also remembered a time when Colson was about 5 months old and I set him on the recliner next to me and he flipped over backwards. I panicked! I didn't even pick up my own son. I jumped up and began screaming and praying and pleading to God as loud as I could (like God couldn't hear my normal voice) for him to be ok....and he was.

So with last weeks event, I realized that I have a panic mode! I wish I didn't and I'm not really sure that there is any way to overcome a panic mode as it's a reaction. But I'm admitting it. Colson had a friend over and they were outside (with me supervising) and hitting golf balls into the woods with real kid size golf clubs. When all of a sudden an innocent swing by my all boy son turned into an agonizing scream for his adorable little friend. It was a total accident but I've never felt panic like this. To make a long story short, he got smacked in the eye and the little boy had surgery the next day, his parents are amazingly understanding, he's going to be okay and he still wants to be Colson's friend. He even told his mom that he needed to go see Colson to tell him that he was still his friend because Colson might think he's mad at him. And for those that give me a hard time for never shedding a tears...I cried for 2 days over this one. This was not a broken arm, it was his vision....but God is good and he definately watched over this sweet little boy and carried me and Wes through those few days. We obviously still pray for him every night for complete healing.

This is Colson and his friend, it's hard to tell but it's his right eye. How cute is he?

So, those are just 3 examples (and I'm sure there are more) that confirmed my friend Robyn's proclamation that I do panic. She's reading this thinking 'and you doubted me?'

Stay tuned tomorrow because my little baby boy turns big as he heads to Kindergarten!