1) An asshole almost ran over my baby. I am mad and scared.
2) It really doesn’t do to dwell on that anger or fear. I know this. I know if I don’t let it go, I will keep my kids from doing things they need to do: riding bikes to the park, being dropped off at a friend’s house, exploring at the nature center. The fear of “what if” will control us all, and we just can’t live that way.
3) The man (or woman, I didn’t even see) who did this is actually probably not an asshole. Maybe she was making one last phone call, as I’ve done a thousand times, before “putting the phone away, I swear.” Maybe his kids were fighting in the backseat. That’s all that stands between us and disaster, many times, even here in such a safe and forgiving place. So, even though I will not let myself be so afraid as to be controlled by it, this was a good reminder. Complacency, taking this good life for granted — I am guilty of those things as well.
Oddly enough, my devotional this morning was about fear. I don’t think God causes scary happenings to get our attention, but I think He uses them.