Meeting Jesus...

HOLY CRAP!

Driving along the highway tonight, going to my sisters house when BAM! A truck kicks up a rock that plummets right into our window shield!! If it had gone through and hit Mike in the head, he would have gone home and met his Jesus. Thankfully for us - maybe not so much for him - Jesus had other plans. Here is kinda how it played out. Girls are chatty in the back seat. Mike & I are silent because we are feuding. BAM! I look at him, see no blood, look in the back seat at the now silent girls. I ask Mike if he is okay and there is just blankness. I ask the girls if they are okay when suddenly Cassidy starts screaming. Mouth wide open, blood curdling scream. Lasted about 10 or 15 seconds until I yelled her name and was getting ready to slap the shock out of her. She had seen the gigantic hole in the windshield. I look back at Mike, who is still barrelling down the highway at 70 MPH when I say, "Mike, you should pull over." Again I asked if he was bleeding. I think it took a full minute for him to realize that there REALLY was drama and that he needed to pull over. He kind of came-to at that point and pulled over. I cleaned up the glass - there was just dust and tiny particles on the dash and our seats. He had tiny little nicks on him from the dust and my left arm had some dust on it too. We were all silent in the car for a good 5 minutes. Then I said something about how rediculous Cassidy was for screaming like that and Mike asked me what I was talking about. He does not recall her screaming or me asking everyone if they were okay. He DOES remember seeing the rock coming at us and watching it smash into our car. He draws a blank after that until he pulled over. Should I be concerned? I am still kinda mad at him from our earlier mentioned feud, however, I am SO grateful that Jesus is letting me keep him for a little while longer. I do love him.