On January 12, 2012 I was in a very serious car accident. My car was totaled. The 911 crew could not understand how I wasn't killed or at least seriously wounded. I hit a mountain, head on, at 45 mph. I literally got out of what was left of my car and walked away from it. It was my first DUI, first car accident, first field sobriety test, first arrest, first mug shot. I'd drank wine that night, then decided to drive to the lake, about 15 minutes from my home. I was in pain, emotionally broken, spiritually lost, and made a selfish, self-centered, irresponsible, dangerous, poor choice. One I've hated myself for and punished myself for since. And since that very moment, life has been a tough, tough challenge. And I, too, can't fully understand why I walked away from it. I know how....God. But I've spent three yrs trying to figure out why. There is a reason and these huge waves of opposition, these bloody battles from hell, tell me it's a big, or at least important, reason. Although circumstances make me feel like giving up at times, my kids make me determined to not, and God tells me I simply must not. So looks like the circumstances are out numbered! Now....time for ice cream 
