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...in Blood on the Dash miracle that he did not hit another car or kill someone. He crashed again going down over an embank- ment. No one was dead, no one was handicapped for life, and no one was seriously hurt. God loved him and had given him grace. One week later, Adam walked across the field at his high school in cap and gown and honors tassels reflecting his 97.5 GPA. He had to be driven there; he had no car and it was only a matter of paperwork before his license would be taken from him, but he was alive and not physically broken. The pictures taken that day did little to capture the turmoil and pain, or show the absolute horror of just seven days before. If one looked carefully though, he or she might see the deer- in- the-headlights look in my eyes. The day after Adam’s graduation and eight days after the accident, I felt the need to go to church and give thanks. I had not been in church except for special events in about sixteen years and I hadn’t talked to God in about thirty. I picked a church that was the closest to the scene of his first accident. I felt like I needed to give thanks and I needed to start a relationship with God. I sat between two friends, whom I did not know attended there until I walked in that morning and alternately leaned on one or the other. They are both blonde so to this day I refer to them as my two golden angels. They had no knowl- edge of the accident or of anything else that had been going on. I cried and they held me up. I headed from the church to the scene of the second accident and there I talked to God. If anyone had heard me that day, he or she might have said it was not a conversation. I was more like a wild crazy woman down over an embankment, my arms waving around, incoherently crying aloud. I told Him I could not do it anymore, I begged Him to help me; I needed Him. I needed His comfort and I needed Him to look after my son. The answer I heard that day was that He already was and MADE FOR YOUR COMMUNITY ucbi.com © 2014 United Community Bank. that I needed to let go. That Sunday almost seven years ago was the be- ginning of my return to the church. I had been away too long. Even though I had turned my back so many years before, I, too, had been given grace. God’s love was faithful and always present. I just needed to seek Him. About the author: The author wishes to remain anon- ymous but explains: This article is part of a journal started eight years ago when my son, who was sixteen at the time, began to use pot and alcohol to start an unfavorable relationship with the law. The story has not ended. God’s grace never does. Business - Home - Auto - Life We provide exceptional banking service while caring deeply for the communities we serve. Member FDIC. Testimony TIM BURCH Cell: 828-361-1112 [email protected] 34 Waldroup Rd. P.O. Box 237 Hayesville, NC 28904 Office: 828-389-2486 232-A Chatuge Way P.O. Box 750 Hiawassee, GA 30546 Office: 706-896-6442 ______________________________________________________________________________________________________ Spring 13