The Lord wanted to remind me about the relative importance of possessions. You'd think I'd know this, but I have to confess that I've been coveting a new home recently. I was browsing the home listings yesterday and I saw a home for $150,000 that is almost the same size as our house--but on one level. Plus, there is an equally large unfinished basement. That is a total of over 3,000 sq-ft. Plus, it was built only a few years ago. That means current plumbing and electrical that I wish our current home had. Oh, the bounties for the buyer of the short-sell.
But as much as I want that snazzy new home, I just can't afford it yet. I'd need to have a sizable down payment with the tighter lending standards. And I'd have to be able to sell my current home or have enough financial cushion to be able to surf the uncertainty of the rental market. In short, I just don't see it happening, as nice as that would be.
God knew I was still fantasizing, though, so he allowed me to have a reminder that the most precious thing in my life is already here. My wonderful wife and family were in a car accident today. They were all an their way up to my office to spend lunch with me and then head up to visit Keryn's sister in Salt Lake. The freeway was very congested and a whole bunch of traffic braked all at once. Keryn ended up rear-ending the person in front of her and the person behind her rear-ended her in turn.
The van is pretty smashed up. We'll hear within a couple days if the repairs will be less expensive than the value of the car.
As I zipped down to pick Keryn and the kids up, I found that I was just so incredibly grateful that they were all okay. I didn't give two figs about the van. I was just happy to be able to load all the kids into the borrowed car and shuttle them back home. Ezra has a bump on the back of his head and Keryn has a sore knee, but other than that, we seem to be doing great.
The thing that matters most, my family, is just fine.
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