About two weeks ago, on a very foggy and damp morning, my youngest and I went on what we thought was going to be a quick trip to pick up a coffee table.
I was on a mission, and my youngest wasn’t about to let me leave the house without him.
When I met the lady to pick up the table, I quickly realized it wasn’t exactly like the picture I had seen. The entire center section was warped and the edges were coming up out of the table. The paint was pealing off in not one, but several different places. The lady was so sweet and something in me just couldn’t say no.
So, I paid her, more than I should have, and loaded the coffee table into my Expedition.
The roads were slick and the fog made it difficult to see.
I was just ready to get home.
As I turned the final curve to get me onto the highway, I noticed a white SUV sliding into my lane and heading straight for me. I began to move onto the shoulder, and as I did, the woman in the SUV quickly over-corrected throwing her car into a tail spin…. right towards the side of my car.
In that instant, I could feel her car whiz past me, just barely missing my side of the truck. As I looked into my rear-view mirror, I could see the horror that unfolded. As her car spun round and round behind me, it finally came to an abrupt stop when it hit the guardrail and immediately began to flip. Not once, but twice, ending upside down in a nearby field.
I quickly pulled over. My heart was racing. My chest tightened. What had just happened?
“Mommy, we almost died!” exclaimed my youngest in the back seat.
It was then that I realized, had she hit us, she would have hit not only my side, but my son’s as well. I held back the tears.
Behind me I could see her upside down car, tires still spinning.
I didn’t know what to do. Do I leave my 7 year-old in the car and run to check on her, or do I wait?
Luckily, as people began to drive by, they immediately pulled over, jumped out of their cars and ran to help.
Call 911. That’s what I needed to do. Call 911.
All the while shaking, I called 911 and tried my best to explain where we were. Out in the middle of nowhere. On a country road. What county? I have no idea. By a field.
Within a few minutes, we could hear the sirens of the ambulance and police cars.
We stayed around to talk to the police and explain what had happened. They shared with us that the woman in the car was conscious and was asking them to call her daughter, and that we were OK to leave.
I couldn’t have been more relieved to get home. Safely. Alive. I spent the entire day at home, reliving the entire thing over and over again.
And so, this table has sat in our garage for the last two weeks. I wasn’t ready to tackle it. It brought up too many memories of that day.
Finally, this weekend, I was ready.
My husband removed the inside panel and glued and nailed it back into place.
I sanded all of the peeling paint off and removed the horrible drawer pulls.
I filled in the little hole on each drawer with some filler, and painted everything in Annie Sloan’s Old White.
Once it was dried, I distressed the entire table. My goal here was to get the look of old, weathered boards.
Then, I added new knobs.
I think my favorite has to be the top.
I love how the wood shows through just enough to look aged.
In the end, it has a completely different look and feel.
It almost adds a softness to the room.
See those end tables in the back? They’re next.
Do you remember my post about my word of the year? Well, in case you haven’t read it, I chose the word “Trust” to be my focus word for 2013.
Allowing God to take over, to trust in Him, has been hard. I am a worrier. I just can’t help it.
I know, without a shadow of doubt, that God intervened on that foggy day. You know how you can feel that hit before it ever happens? How you can feel that fall, that bump, that bruise, before it is a reality? I felt that car brush past the side of my car. I felt it. I knew, without a shadow of doubt, that she was going to hit the side of my truck. I can’t help but think God was trying to say, “I got this covered. TRUST ME!”
I got the message loud and clear that day. How about you? Are you letting it go? Are you trusting?