I'm going to get a little church-y in this post. So to whoever is actually reading out there... You've been warned.

It's kind of a cliche, and kind of a dumb song. But "Jesus Take the Wheel" has kind of described my life the past few years. And that's the basis for this post.

Now that it's November, it seems that we all turn our hearts and our thoughts to our blessings and what we are grateful for. While I'm guilty of often forgetting to be thankful, the past year or so my thoughts have been centered on one thing or another that reinforces my gratitude and reminds me of the love of our Savior.

My car accident in March was nothing less than a miracle. I walked out of the hospital that day with a sprained finger and a scratch on my back. People have died from a lot less. As painful and as scary as that experience was and still is, I truly feel that in that instance Jesus Christ "took the wheel". I didn't feel anything. So many things about that day and about that experience tell me that He was looking out for me.

I have been working through the repentance process for the past few months. Last Sunday I received the impression that I was forgiven, that everything that I had worried about, cried about, and hated about the past 6 months were gone. And of course, guess what song was playing on the radio when I got in my car after church?