The good news is: Gabe and I are convinced that God wants to give us a new car.
The bad news is: He's giving it to us piece by piece.
I was just in the fourth (we think, anyway, we may have missed one or two in our count) car accident we've had this year. This one happened because an unlicensed teenager decided to turn left across my lane right in front of me. Previous accidents included having an SUV back up into my door, being rear-ended at a stoplight, and being the unfortunate recipient of the result of someone running a very red light.
Because of these accidents, our driver side door, rear bumper, back passenger side panel, and now our front bumper and hood have all had to be replaced. It's amazing how nice our car looks every time it comes back from the shop. Still, I can think of other ways I'd rather get a new car!
Ok, now down to seriousness. Jessica was in the car with me at the time, and she's pregnant. She's probably ok, but the nurse hot-line said that she should get an ultrasound within the next 24 hours, just to be sure. It would be great if you readers could pray that she can get scheduled for one without any hassle, and pray that her little "squirt" is still healthy and happy inside her.
I'd also appreciate prayer that all the issues of insurance would work out smoothly...it may be a bit complicated due to the fact that the other driver was unlicensed and thus uninsured. Plus, I have to figure out how insurance works for medical stuff like Jessica's ultrasound. I've never done that before.
Praise God that Jonathan and Brigid were not in the car with us, that we were only going 25-30 mph (instead of the 45 speed limit), and that the police were able to get there to help us quickly and well. It could have been so much worse.
The girl who hit us is sure getting a life lesson right now. The officer couldn't cite her for hitting us, since no one stopped to be a witness...but he cited her for driving without a license, which includes impounding her (parents') car. I would not want to be her right now.
And I devoutly hope that I am a better parent to Jonathan than her parents have been to her. Because they let her drive the car...she was out doing an errand for them. And on top of that, when she called her dad on her cell phone, he asked to talk to me, and tried to wheedle me into not calling the police. No wonder kids now don't know how to be responsible. Their parents never make them be responsible!!
Sigh. What a night.
Tomorrow I have to drive the car about 10 miles to a mechanic for an insurance appraisal. Could you pray that I'll be safe on that trip, and that I won't be too scared of driving? Accidents like this really shake me up for awhile.