After a difficult, emotional week, I went home Friday afternoon to have a daddy-daughter date night with my wonderful Poppa. He bought me sushi and took me to see my grandparents, which I am unbelievably thankful for.
Saturday I spent some time with my other set of grandparents, had the chance to catch up with my girl Mo, and went house shopping with my parents. Yes, house shopping. My parents are currently looking for a smaller house in a neighboring town. It's really a bittersweet feeling. They will soon be moving out of the house that I spent eleven years of my life in. It is not easy to filter through all of my old stuff and think about the number of memories I will be leaving when we leave that home. However, I'm not as sad as you would think. I am excited for my family and have complete faith that the Lord has been orchestrating this entire process.
Sunday was hard. My sweet grandmother, at the age of 87 was involved in a really awful car wreck in the afternoon. On our way to her house to celebrate Father's Day with my dad's family, we got the call from Mercy Hospital. She had gone to Walmart to pick up ice cream to go with the cake she had baked for us. While sitting at the intersection waiting to cross the highway, a large truck pulling a 5th wheel camper plowed through two cars in the turn lane and straight into the driver's side of my grandma's car.
My heart is aching for her and my grandpa. It has been since the moment I saw her lying in the bed at the emergency room. After beating breast cancer in the 60's, surviving a heart attack a few years back, and finally beating lung cancer in this past year, she was involved in this terrible accident. With many injuries at the age of 87, it's going to be a long road to recovery. But goodness, she is one strong woman. She told me Monday that it had to be somebody in that wreck and it might as well have been her. "Things happen," she said.
So I'm here just asking for prayers. The Lord is clearly not finished with her on this earth. I pray for her recovery and that healing comes without any additional sickness or difficulty. I pray for my heartbroken grandpa, that he is taken care of while his primary care giver is unable to take care of herself. I pray for my family during this difficult time of heartache and transition.
"The LORD is my rock and my fortress and my deliverer, my God, my rock, in whom I take refuge, my shield, and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold." Psalm 18:2
On a more positive note, I had some incredibly overdue time with my friend Jordan, today. I don't just mean overdue in the sense that she has been gone from Columbia for 5 weeks. I mean that we haven't spent a lot of time with each other in the last 12 months, really. Praise the Lord for a friendship that feels like it never skipped a day. The timing of her visit was impeccable. Love you, Jo.
Anna
