This was the call I got this afternoon:
Grant: Hey babe..
Me: Hi! How's your day going?
Grant: Well...um.... I need to talk to you about something. I am fine, I am not hurt, everything is okay.....
I HATE conversations that start like that!!! As I mentioned in my earlier blog today, Grant has been feeling pretty sick lately. He went to work anyway, and around 3:00 he started to feel feverish. Realizing that he was not going to be very productive on the job, he decided to head home a little early and take a nap. The drive from New Orleans to our house is around an hour.
So Grant was in the work van and was on I-10, going about 70mph. The truck in front of him swerved, trying to avoid hitting some debris in the road. As this truck swerved, he "clipped" the piece of debris. What was this piece of debris, you ask? It was a large truck tire. WITH THE RIM STILL ON IT. As the truck hit the tire, the tire flew into Grant's hood, windshield, jumped on top of the van, and then rolled off, knocking off his side view mirror.
PRAISE THE LORD. Somehow, my husband came away totally unhurt! Not a scratch on him! The glass from the windshield was sprayed onto him though. When he finally pulled over, he was covered in glass. The hood of the van is cracked in two places, and the windshield is "annihilated" as Grant called it.
Thank you, Jesus, for protecting my husband today. Thank you for bringing him home safely. Now he has taken Tylenol and is sleeping soundly in bed. Today could've been ALOT worse and I am so so grateful that the only thing wrong with my husband is his bad cold!!
Our God is SO GOOD!!!