All I Saw Were Lights

           

         This is a special blog dedicated to my husband Tim.  We had our first date on May 8, 1982 and we've been together ever since.  The picture on the bottom is of Tim when we were still dating.

            I’m not going to talk about Christmas lights or UFOs.  This one is going to be serious as it concerns people I love.

            My husband Tim loves older model Camaros.  When we were dating, he had a 1970 Camaro that was a pretty shade of light blue with white stripes down the sides.  It was his baby.  He was driving it out to see me when my neighbor’s dog ran in front of him. It had been raining, so when he slammed on his brakes he lost traction and spun around out of control.  As a result, his Camaro was totaled.  Tim was heartbroken over that car.  I felt sorry for him, but I was more thankful he didn’t get hurt. Then he started driving his late grandfather’s 1963 Chevy Truck.  Being an older truck, it was made out of metal and sturdy. 

            We have always lived in Knoxville, TN. which is mountainous and hilly.  After he took me home one night, Tim was almost back to his home when he topped a hill.  “All I saw were lights!”  He was hit head on by a drunk driver on Tim’s side of the road.  This drunk driver was chasing another drunk driver and they were driving on both sides of the road at high rates of speed. If Tim had been in his Camaro, it would have killed him. The truck’s left front tire was bent up under the driver’s side.  It looked as if somebody had taken a huge bite out of the front of the truck.   

“For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways,” declares the LORD, “As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts.” Psalm 103:2 (NIV)

Wow!  God knows what’s better for us than we do.  When Tim wrecked his Camaro, God was actually saving his life for He knew what was going to happen! Talk about a blessing in disguise!  This December, it’ll be 30 years since that awful night.  Even now when I think about it, I shiver and say a prayer of thanks.  Not only would I not have Tim, but I wouldn’t have our daughter Sara either. 

“Praise the LORD, my soul, and forget not all his benefits” Isaiah 55:8-9(NIV)