The synchronization that had to happen that fateful morning was incredible, but God's impeccable timing had my husband and I on the phone with 911 as the collision occurred. 

 

Danny slammed on his brakes and we ran across the divider. We ran to Brianna's car first. Danny cleared out the glass on the passenger door then I dove in. Danny then ran around to the Toyota to tend to the young man. At this point, a man had wedged himself between the vehicles. He was tending to her left side as I was on her right side...being in the medical field for over 20 (+)yrs, I was listening for breath sounds and tracking her pulse....by this time, traffic had backed up and plenty of bystanders were on scene. Within minutes, I realized what was happening before my eyes.

 

Brianna's wrist was little, oh so tiny. I knew in my heart I was holding that of a child. Having five children of our own,rage filled my insides for in my sinful, human nature, I was hating this man who has caused this wreckage. I was feeling broken and defeated....Lord, how can it be her time to go? Where is the justice in this? I've been with plenty of elderly patients who have lived a long life, never have I been in this sort of setting outside of a hospital ,care home,or Hospice. I heard the first ambulance show up....oh no, God, I feel so incomplete, I know I need more time with her, but why was I feeling this way? 

 

Amidst the chaos, the noise, the sirens alerting us that medical rescue was close, clarity and peace ensued. A  peace that I'll never fully grasp.Then the Lord spoke to me. CALL MY CHILD BY HER NAME....I was frightened but He gave me direction. While holding her hand with my left hand, I fumbled with my right to find her wallet at my feet. I thumbed through and found her ID....as soon as I called out Brianna's name, the Lord put a bubble of protection around us. No longer was I in nurse mode. I was now that of a protectant mother, a momma bear, if you will. I knew what was about to happen. How would I want someone to treat my child? Still holding her hand, I prayed over her, tucked her hair behind her, and talked to her about what I believed were going to be her last moments. I described how the weather was changing, no longer is it gloomy outside, how she is loved, and not alone.I even sang Here Comes The Sun to her (by the Beatles). The sun coming out from behind the clouds for the first time in three days, I inhaled and deeply thanked the Lord that he allowed me to be with her. The Holy Spirit was all around and for a brief moment, there was JOY...Brianna never regained consciousness and thank you, Lord, she did not suffer. Immediately I knew I had to search for her parents. They must know this!! 

 

But the Lord wasn't finished with me....fast forward 2 hour on our drive home, with tears in our eyes, I broke out in Hallelujahs. I remembered catching a glimpse of her SDA card. I wasn't sure what that meant at the time, other than the relieving fact that Brianna was a believer. I sure wasn't prepared for the vision God gave me. He told me not only is she sleeping peacefully, but that she was a missionary and had already accomplished big things in her life!!! That Brianna was a curious and gifted soul. God is so good. (ALL THE TIME). He impressed upon my heart that he had used me in her time of need. Beautiful pearls of wisdom. It wasn't until many hours later on social media, we found out she was indeed a pilot AND a missionary. Wow. Daily, I am reminded to keep myself open to the Lord, for its His timing and His will.

 

With compassion and sincerity, we began to pray for this young man. Soften your heart says the Lord. Judgment is not yours to give. I pray God's restorative power uses this tragedy and transforms it into a mighty vessel that carries HIS love, grace, hope, and peace unto you and all your loved ones. II Corinthians 1:3-5  "Praise be to God, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so we may comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves have received from God. For just as the sufferings of Christ flow over into our lives, so also through Christ our comfort flows."

 

With a grateful heart.

Yours truly, Kimberly Van Bibber

A Nurse's Story