Two weighty situations.

Our family went on vacation this past weekend. I plan on another post this week full of pictures and funny things Natalie said. But I was hit twice with another train of thought, and I feel like I have to go there.

The first part of our vacation was spent with the girls, and while all four of us were in the car, I looked up to see a motorcycle in the opposite lane, on its side, spinning furiously. We were about three cars back from the accident that had just happened, but we could see people rushing out of their cars to the sight. Several (including us) whipped out cell phones and dialed 911. The two riders had landed partly in our lane, and we could see a woman administering CPR. I have to give credit to the police, who arrived quickly and directed traffic out of the area. As we passed I caught the face of the driver on the ground. It was the whitest white I've ever seen on a face.

For the next two days we followed news about the accident online. The motorcycle had hit a van pulling on to the street from a parking lot. The driver died the next day. The other rider, a boy, died the day after that. We had prayed for them, that God would grant mercy and another chance to know Him if they hadn't already made that decision.

For the second part of our vacation, we left the girls with some friends and headed out as a twosome. The next day at brunch, we got a call from a friend. She had our girls now, she explained. The brother of the mom we'd left the girls with was in a car accident, and passed away.

I don't know that I have any profound thoughts that would make this post any better. I guess I just wanted to share the obvious: that life is short and we should enjoy it. That we should take safety precautions. This weekend I was so thankful for any time I'd almost had a car accident, and didn't. So thankful for divine protection.
On the drive home, Jason and I listened to a podcast where a preacher mentioned "living in mystery." I'm glad I know the One who knows the answer to every question.