The crisp winter morning of December 11, 2008, I remember the chill in the air being so uniquely refreshing. Dew nestled on every blade of grass, every tree limb and twig. Shimmering like miniature diamonds. The sky and patches of clouds saturated in citrus yellows pinks and oranges. This particular morning, I remember feeling more alive than I had in a long time. Visions of the future laid out like a ‘Yellow Brick Road’ in my mind. Newly married and preparing to get Christmas presents for family and my husband and I’s first official Christmas together. Not knowing of what was in store for me just 10 minutes later. As I began my drive, I took in the beauty of the morning like a sponge. Rugged wooden fences. Tall trees. Big open grassy field. Wearing a smile of excitement and contentment that was unbreakable. A turn left changed everything. Changed my life. I no longer saw beautiful citrus morning colors. I no longer saw tall trees or grassy fields. All had instantly gone white. With my foot on the gas pedal and my grip on the steering wheel weakening along with the rest of my body, I lost the ability to understand what was happening to me in that very moment. With seconds of consciousness and strength left in me, I slid my foot off of the gas pedal and willed my foot to reach for the break without success. My last thought, “God help me…”
I awoke in the back of an ambulance, fading in and out of consciousness. After a few seconds I found the words to ask “What happened?” When informed that I had suffered a seizure and was involved in a car accident, questions poured in my thoughts like a waterfall and I fainted into unconsciousness. Once regaining consciousness again, I had to ask if I had hurt anyone. Thank God, no one else had been involved in the accident. I had driven through two front yards, over a curb and slammed into a pine tree in a third yard. Instantly I knew, Jesus took the wheel. I praised The Lord that very moment for saving my life and protecting those around me. I was terrified and shaken yes, but I was also alive. I was later diagnosed with epilepsy and it was decided that I put driving aside. Once I had seen the condition that my car was in at the impound lot, it was clear. I would definitely be putting driving aside for however long I needed to. I looked at my very first car with sadness in my heart. I also looked at this car with a swelling of gratitude to The Lord. Yes this car was banged up pretty good but not as bad as it could’ve been. We took the broken and bruised car home and made the decision to sell it.
Not only did Jesus take the wheel the day of my car accident and epilepsy diagnosis, but he continued to steer me in the direction of understanding my new diagnosis, healing emotionally and seeing a brand new path that laid ahead of me for my life. He continues to be the guiding light in my life. Every step of the way.
I am a happily-ever-after wife, an Epilepsy Diagnosee, Advocate for Epilepsy Awareness (The Epilepsy Network), life lover & Christ inspired! Life is a journey and I'm loving every moment of it. Even the bumps in the road!