"I was too busy"

For some reason I feel like I always start of my new entry in the following manner...I know that I really don't but it still feels familiar.

I drove home this weekend.
It was my moms birthday on Saturday and I made my way through Downtown and over a hill to find a town that has just started to meet Autumn. I was happy to meet her as well.
But before I reached Aguora Hills I broke down in tears. Not because I was cussed out by a person I love, or because I was a bad daughter who still didn't have a birthday present for her mother. I cried because I was reminded of grace. Not saving grace, I'll call it steady grace.
I cried when I though of my friend Dani getting hit by a car 3 days earlier. I cried even harder when I realized that 6 days earlier marked the 3 year anniversary of my car accident. The one that is all to similar to Dani's. The one that has left me scared and blessed. I thought back to the day in October, laying in a college parking lot as I told myself "this will change everything" I thought back to the phone calls that were made in tears and the doctors faces as they called it a miracle. I thought back to the Bible and what it was to me then and what it is to me now. I thought about the meetings I would sit through as I tried to explain the concept of grace to an insurance lady named Sherri. I thought back to the first time I realized God picked me for a reason, I thought back to the cupcakes and mochi, coworker visits after daycare. prayer and encouragement. Loss and a beautiful gain. And I thought about my weakness in the midst of His strength, what it was to me then and what it is to me now.