5 days ago marked the one-year anniversary of my little sister’s first accident.
It was a typical Sunday, and my sister and I decided we wanted to have a short horseback ride. That ride ended with my sister on the ground, the horse back at his barn where he had escaped to, and the rest of my family and I severely frightened. When I came around the corner of the house to see the horse nowhere in sight and my little sister lying on the driveway, still–I was completely frightened. I didn’t know what to do.
The thoughts that came into my head as I leaned over her were covered in fear. What could I do? I wish it could’ve been me who had been thrown off, not her. Why couldn’t it have been me? Did she have broken bones? Had her spine, neck, or head been injured? Would she ever be the same again? It didn’t look good. Her face was covered in scratches and consequently, blood. There was some blood on her clothes too. It seemed to take ages for the ambulance to arrive and then they called for a helicopter to boot. What was I supposed to think when they thought she needed a care flight to a hospital that specializes in head injuries? I can assure you, I was scared.
I was breathing much easier about 5 hours later when I had learned that my little sister was going to be alright. She didn’t need any stitches. She didn’t have any broken or fractured bones. She was just scratched up and sore all over. Though I was not too keen on the idea of leaving my little sister for a whole month after just under a week of recovery, I was delighted and relieved to know that she was going to be alright. She was going to heal just fine. She was well enough to accompany me to STEP to drop me off for that month away from home–that itself gave me peace that she was truly alright.
Looking back, the accident seems like such a minor mishap. Yes, it did frighten me at the time. At the time I was afraid that I might loose one of my sisters. Scarier things have happened since that scary day in May 2016. But remembering that day and the emotions that filled it reminds me of what a powerful and amazing God I serve. He gave my family and I the peace (though we hardly saw it in the moment, I see it looking back), courage, and strength to press on and trust Him even when the situation appeared to be dire. Though I would much rather have been the one injured in my sister’s place or sometimes even that the event had not happened at all, God still used it. It was through that accident that He reminded me of the importance of my relationship with my little sister. Through it all, He reminded me that life is indeed short. There is indeed a possibility that my sister might die before my eyes when I am yet a teenager. Life is indeed important, and therefore it is important to make the most of it. To make the most of the time we have on this earth, every moment, to make wise choices and invest in the lives of those around us, especially those we love.
God has given me His grace, His peace, His power, His understanding, and His shoulder to lean on through the rough patches. He has reminded me of the importance of life and that time is short. Do not live like there is going to be many more years in your life and in the lives of those around you–live like there is no tomorrow and do not put off the important things till tomorrow when you can do them today.
Psalm 34:4, 8 “I sought the LORD, and He answered me, and delivered me from all my fears….O taste and see that the LORD is good; How blessed is the man who takes refuge in Him!”