Yesterday I got a text from my dad saying that my brother, Andy, had gotten into a car accident. There wasn't much detail, so I started to cry. It's not much fun to be sitting in class crying. People you look at you funny! Anyways, that's besides the point. A couple texts later my dad sent me a picture. And I thought for sure that my brother was in a state of critical condition. It turned out that he lost control of the wheel because he was on gravel, flew into the ditch, and flipped. Four times. How terrifying. I can't imagine anything like that happening. I'm happy he was wearing his seatbelt. I'm so thankful that he is okay. He has a broken clavicle bone, and his car is totaled. But it's better to pay for a new car, and some medical bills than to pay for a funeral. Thank you, Jesus for protecting him. To You be the glory.
