Honestly, this experience was part of my decline in blogging. I had to shut the world off.
I had to create a space of faith. I had to hide from the world and rely on God. Blogs and stauts updates and online life felt superficial and wrong.
One year ago, my newly driving son took his brothers for a little drive. They had some chore money burning a hole in their pockets, and off they went to buy some goodies. I loved that they were being brothers, together.
Just a few minutes after they left, the phone rang. My husband answered and left like a tornado.
My son had hit a man on a motorcycle.