Finding joy even in a desert is possible. Life is filled with ups and downs, smooth places, rocky places, hot and dry days, mountains, valleys, etc.
It’s up to you to find the joy.
I made a decision to create joy. Allow me to take a few moments to tell you about my joy today.
Yesterday was July 26th, a day significant in my life. I recalled another July 26th when I was 12 years old. I was in Southeast Texas. My dad was going to drive our pickup and tow my brother’s Cougar to the car dealership he liked to do service with about three hours away in a town we used to live in.
That morning my mother begged me to go with her to see my grandmother and visit some relatives. I wanted to go with my dad and brother, Darrell, so she let me go on with them.
We went through a little town called Jasper and had gotten eight miles out of town when things changed drastically.
Going over a hill, we were met with a car passing four other cars. The car that passed the others would have hit us head on if my dad hadn’t pulled over on the shoulder of the road. The driver that caused the accident never stopped.
The pickup jack-knifed, and the pickup and Cougar were totaled, horribly.
My only memory of the wreck itself was my screaming over and over, “JESUS!”
When I became conscious, I heard my dad telling people, “I know she’s in there. I heard her.”
I couldn’t see and was frightened, not understanding exactly where I was. Then it dawned on me that I was inside the wreckage, and nobody could see me. Finally, I saw a pinpoint of light and crawled toward the light. I was suddenly outside. I stood and walked to find my dad and brother. An older gentleman saw me and helped me over to lie on the ground.
My dad and brother were so relieved to see that I was alive. All the other cars stopped, and people were everywhere. They put a tourniquet on my arm that was dangling and did something to stop the bleeding on my head.
The ambulance came and took us all to the hospital. I was grateful that my life was spared.
Later my brother told me something told him to get in the floorboard and hold onto my leg. Seat-belts weren’t required back then. I was sitting in the middle, and my head was cut by the rear-view mirror. Had Darrell not held onto my leg tightly, I would have flown out of the windshield and may not have lived.
Yesterday, I felt so grateful for life. I thanked God for life, thanked Him for sparing all of our lives that day.
I am thankful for the presence of God, His beauty I see in the earth, love of family and friends, beauty in the color of flowers, hearing birds sing and chirp, and so much more I could mention.
I look around me and feel joy, joy of living.
Happy Birthday, Beverly, with How Sweet the Sound and Pink Saturday! She brings joy to those who join Pink Saturday each week. Thank you, Beverly, for bringing joy to all who are blessed by your blogging and by Pink Saturday!