And work he did...

First, my apologies for scaring those of you sweet and compassionate enough to take on my worries with prayer. To say I was appreciative and humbled reading your comments would not even begin to cover my range of emotions. THANK YOU.

Our Memorial Day weekend and vacation took a nasty turn when my father was involved in an accident on that Friday around lunch time. He was on a motorcycle behind a Ford Explorer that was signaling a right turn. Well, I guess the driver forgot her gallon of milk or decided to go get a pedicure, because at the very last minute instead of turning right she made a U-turn in the MIDDLE OF AN INTERSECTION. My dad hit her and went over the hood of the car. Three surgeries and lots of rehab to go, he is going to be okay,sustaining fixable injuries. The situation could have been so much worse and I know God's hand was working to make that the case. I, however, am struggling. This was an accident, but had this woman completed her right turn and exited the shopping center like a normal human being, this whole catastrophe could have been avoided. Enter my struggle. I am really having a hard time letting my anger at this woman and the situation she has put my father in go and refocus my energy on more productive efforts. Did she visit her father in a rehab facility over Father's Day? Does she pray every second of every day for her father to stay motivated to get back to his family and resume his normal daily activities? She did at least stop and does have insurance, so there is a silver lining. She was ticketed with reckless driving, so court should be a non issue, and I have to assume that anything I feel for her is nothing compared to her own guilt. I'm just so tired of crying at how hard it is to watch someone you love so much in so much pain, struggling to learn to walk again- the most helpful and supportive man on the earth rendered helpless for now. So thank you for all of your prayers, keep them coming, because they are certainly powerful! I know that my dad is working so hard to get home to us so that he can watch my family grow...and growing I am, holy second pregnancy Batman, I am getting bigger by the minute..and I LOVE IT!