Saturdays are generally the only day of the week where I get to sleep in, so I take advantage of it as much as possible, however I woke up to a very alarming picture.

Overnight I found out a friend of mine was in a pretty serious car accident, when someone rear ended his jeep, causing his vehicle to go over the guard rail of a hill, flip over a number of times, and finally stop after being slowed down by trees.  The picture I saw was my friend in a hospital bed on facebook, his birthday was only two days before.  He said he was just sore, but nothing broken.  Luckily he was able to walk out of his jeep after it had stopped moving.  Nothing was broken and the most that he had was soft tissue damage.  The guy in the other car was possibly texting or on the phone when he crashed into my friend at full speed.  After reading the comments on facebook, I called him up to find out what had happened and if his folks knew.  Thankfully the Lord was with him, but his car is totaled.  I prayed for him throughout for healing.

Afterward I went for my Saturday exercise, trying to think of what’s on my plate and what had happened.  As I was out there, I thought of all the things I needed to take care of, like having to readjust my timetable because of the news I received, practice for church because I was going to be singing on Sunday as part of the worship team, pick up groceries and cook for the week, record a new birthday greeting for the year, etc.  After I was done, I saw this freshly cut stump.  It was large enough, I could lay on it lengthwise easily, and seeing the rings in the stump, I knew the tree had to have been pretty old, at least older than I.  I started thinking about how, even though the tree was cut down, it wasn’t dead.  Then I started thinking about our dreams.  How it may look like they’re cut down, but they aren’t dead.  That knowingly, a young branch will sprout out from the trunk and continue to grow.  I felt prompted to put together a wish list, kind of like a 5 year plan of what I’d like to have happen in my life.  I think when life beats you down so long, you can easily lose focus and just need to be reminded.  There may be some dreams in me that feel like were cut down, but my roots are still deep and I’m still here.  Need to keep my eyes on the prize.

After my workout, I came home, made the changes on my timetable, cooked for the week, ordered some reference books I needed from Amazon, and prepared my clothes for tomorrow.  Overall I stuck to the plan, but I know that tomorrow I’m going to have to call dad.  He and I need to talk, and I may have to call my mother up as well.  I need to exercise the lessons I’ve learned and see what I can do about building the relationships I have with them.