What a mighty God we serve! God certainly had His hand upon Ruth and I as we were traveling back to Kentucky. On Tuesday morning as we were going through Shelbyville, Indiana, we apparently hit a pool of water and began drifting toward a semi in the right lane. In a matter of seconds, we were somehow ahead of the semi and spun over two lanes of traffic and into the right guardrail. I immediately knew something was wrong with my back, and Ruth noticed blood pouring from my head. As my door could not open, Ruthi helped me out her side. A family who saw the whole event transpire, called 911 and stopped to help. Within moments the ambulance arrived and they shuttled us off to the Shelbyville Hospital. After Josh, the radiologist, took lots of x-rays, nothing was wrong with my back - only the ninth, tenth, and eleventh ribs were broken. My RN nurse Mindy was gracious, allowing us to stay in the ER room until my family arrived from Iowa. Dad and Mom first stopped by the junkyard to collect our belongs and take a few pictures. If you look below, you’ll notice the right side of my car was cleaned off pretty good. The door caved in, crushing my seat to nearly a sixth inch span. Providentially, I had not only been laying on my right side, but I had taken off my seatbelt for a little while. Had I been strapped to the seat, my hips would have been crushed, rather it slid me forward only cracking a few ribs. Not pictured, there was huge gaping hole in floor of the backseat.
Thank you all for praying for both Ruth and I. Our God is One who answers the prayers of His people. His hand is not shortened and grace is more than sufficient. Praise be His name!