Sometimes Your Jesus Moment Comes Even When You've Thought You've Avoided It

Thursday afternoon while driving home from an outing with the kids I watched the car in front of me flip over several times before landing in the ditch upside down.

Five minutes before that, I thought about the last time I witnessed such an accident and how for weeks I couldn't sleep because the young woman dying in front of my eyes wouldn't let me. Why I thought of the accident that I hadn't thought about in months on the very day I witnessed an almost identical accident, I don't know.

After watching the accident, I called my husband and cried. I cried because watching something horrific reminds you life is fragile. I cried because life can be taken away in seconds. I cried because it could have been me. I cried because it could have been me and my children.

And then, I talked to my kids about praying. I explained why we pray, who we pray for, the importance of praying - something I had never talked to them about before. I explained that we needed to be praying for the driver of that vehicle in front of us.

I am not sure they understood.

But it was a conversation we needed to have.

To open the gates of communication about our faith and what it means.

The funny thing is, at the time of the accident I was supposed to be meeting with the Mormons but I chickened out. I had decided that I wasn't really open to what they had to say at the moment, at least not without thinking about Big Love, so I canceled and yet, there I was explaining faith to my kids anyway.

I am dumbfounded by all of this. It's all just, too much.

Regardless, tell your loved ones you love them every chance you get, mkay?