Another installment from our beloved illustrator, Diane.
“He has made everything beautiful in its time.” Ecclesiastes 3:11
My daughter was competing in a horse competition at the barn across the street from my subdivision. My husband, daughter, and son all left early, and I planned to meet up with them when the event started. I was packing the car and on the back seat was a piece of wood with the verse, “The Lord makes all things beautiful in its time,” lettered onto it.
It was a very short trip, less than a quarter mile. I almost didn’t put on my seatbelt. As I was riding down the street, I had the thought that most car accidents happen close to home. I snapped it on.
I had the barn in sight. I slowed to make a left turn into the parking lot. I glanced at my rear view mirror. The car behind me wasn’t slowing down. Then I heard the crash. It was like slow motion that my head went forward and snapped back onto the headrest. I don’t remember feeling any pain and walked away from the accident. However, I did go to the emergency room about an hour later when I felt burning in the back of my head. They said it was whiplash.
The next day, I woke up with loud ringing in my ears and I was sore everywhere, which was expected. I felt a lot of pressure in my head, which I was told was normal.
A week later my family was leaving for a beach vacation. I couldn’t get organized to pack, but I didn’t think much of it. In an effort to get us on the road, my husband just threw everything into the car at the last minute. He was understanding, but was surprised at my lack of planning. We came home early from the beach because I had to go to the emergency room due to severe pain in my head. I was told it was post-concussion syndrome. I wasn’t surprised, but I thought it would resolve quickly.
In the next weeks and months, I realized that I had no focus, I couldn’t organize, and I couldn’t remember things. I would forget where I was driving. What bothered me the most was how it all affected my reading. I could hardly read a paragraph without my mind drifting. It made me very sad since reading was something I loved to do. After six months, I was told that I would probably not improve much.
The one thing that came easily to me was my new hobby, painting. I felt sure that this was what the Lord wanted me to do because it was all I could concentrate on doing! I was thankful to have something to do. I prayed that the Lord would be glorified in it. I had no idea how the Lord would use this.
I now participate in local Plein Air events and paint commissioned art works. And, oh, I recently had the privilege of working on a wonderful project, illustrating the “The Blessing Nisser!” It has been six years since the day that changed so many things in my life. I am now reminded less and less of how I changed since that day and more and more of how the Lord makes all things beautiful in its time.
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