I hate car accidents. And I hate bus accidents.
When I got to church yesterday, there was a small group of people just outside the entrance whispering and from what I could tell, it was about an accident. My heart said "move on." Surely it wasn't anybody I knew.
But when I walked into the service, I got the news. A church service I'll never forget.
Our church's youth group left yesterday morning to go to a camp in Georgia. Around Meridian, Mississippi, a tire blew, they flipped, and the 23 people on board all sustained injuries- and one of them lost their life.
A bus of National Guard including triage nurses had been right behind them and came upon the scene. They were able to move the bus upright (three of the passengers were pinned under the bus). Who knows what would have happened had they not been there.
So, one death, multiple injuries, and sweet Maggie Lee fighting for her life this morning. She's sustained a severe brain injury and needs surgery, but they have to get her intracranial pressure down first. She's in a coma. Maggie Lee is precious. Full of life. Loves my kids. Loves kids in general. Loves people in general. Loves dogs and accessories. I'm heartbroken for her parents.
But we have a great hope in a great big God who has already shown His power in so many ways.
Keep praying for my church and for Maggie Lee especially.
I hate car accidents. Hate them.