Awhile back I wrote about an accident that we were almost involved in, right before the end of the semester. And it was one of those heart pounding, adrenaline pumping moments where things seem almost eerily crystal clear. Not necessarily something you want to repeat right? Well, unfortunately for Jonathan, that wasn't the case.
Monday night, I was home with the kids, a major migraine plaguing me. I had just gotten off the phone with Jonathan who was leaving work from W.V. He was heading to the gym and just told me to go to bed and that he'd be home eventually. So, I decided to rest my eyes and lay down on the couch (I still had homework to finish). About an hour later I was jostled awake by my phone vibrating next to me. Jonathan was calling. Blearily I picked up the offensive device and answered.
"Don't be mad please," were the first words out of his mouth. Instantly I was wide awake. For him to say something like that isn't normal.
"I was in an accident." Those words sent shock waves through me. I instantly started to panic asking if he was alright and what was going on.
"I'm fine. The car's ruined, but I'm okay. I'm sorry. I love you."
He was calling to get a ride home from the Walmart parking lot. He had been getting off the interstate and had noticed that the light was green, but as he glanced away momentarily, the light had changed and by the time he had registered that the light was no longer green, it was too late. He swerved to avoid the oncoming truck, but the poor car was slammed. Needless to say Jonathan felt like an idiot (the poor guy). He tried to call me several times (sorry I was unconscious) and filled out the information and had the car towed and exchanged insurance information with the other driver, who thankfully only suffered minimal damage to his 2004 GM Sierra (Whew!).
When I picked him up, after loading three extremely tired and cranky children into the car, Jonathan looked at me with a face of chagrin and profusely apologized over and over again.
"It doesn't matter," I replied quietly. And it didn't Not to me.
"It doesn't matter to you that I just made a fool of myself and ruined my car? I'm really sorry." He was clearly upset.
"No it doesn't matter to me Jonathan. The car is replacable. It's just a car. There's only one thing that isn't replacable to me. You." I squeezed his hand gently and gave him a smile.
But of course that didn't stop him from apologizing the ENTIRE way home! Silly husband. He was even worried about the other driver (who was in the bigger, NEWER, vehicle!). What a goof. But I love him.
So the moral of this little story is that our perspectives really to influence our outlook on life. If I had been focused on the fact that the car was ruined and that Jonathan made a mistake, then yes I would be mad. But, that's not the most important thing. Not to me anyway. Jonathan Henry Lawrence Spooner is far more important to me than any object on this earth. He's not replacable. He's my HUSBAND, and he is the only hting I cared about in that moment. Christ taught that we should love one another and hold onto that love and show it as often as possible. I think he realized just how fleeting life is for us and how we need to treasure those precious moments and strive to always show love to one another. You never know when something might happen to change life as you know it. I got a big eye opening experience from that. Thankfully he wasn't hurt and thankfully the Lord was looking out for him. But, I know that I will try to treasure every moment I have with him and thank the Lord every day for bringing him to my life.
The downside to all of this? Well we spent around $1,000 getting that car fixed...sigh...I guess the Lord has his own ways of telling us that we need to not drive it anymore! :) Well...at least I get to hug my husband...that's the most important thing!
Oh and P.S. He told that cop "my wife is going to kill me." and the cop and the other driver just sat there and laughed at him. Pretty classic.
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