If I were to tell you that this year my wife and I were hit head-on by a drunk driver while driving down a road, that I had mono for several months and couldn’t get out of bed, and that after all this, my wife and I were run off the freeway by a Semi causing us to roll several times, you would probably think this was an unlucky year. I was told by the Life Flight crew as they flew me to the hospital that I shouldn’t be alive. I knew God had chosen to spare me. The one thing I took away from all this chaos is that life is so very fragile. We are not promised this day, but only this very moment in which we are currently living and breathing, and even this can be demanded from us in the next moment. As a Christian, this reality doesn’t freak me out. I have greater hopes then earthly success. Still, this morning as I sat down at my desk and began sipping my coffee and looking at the snow covered pasture out of my window, I realized something amazing. You see, this year my wife also got pregnant and is carrying our baby. We are nearly 15-weeks along. I was just thinking that after all we have been through, and after realizing how fragile life really is, God chose to give us a life rather then take one away. We will be welcoming a new member into our family, and that child is literally our own flesh and blood. I don’t totally understand the miracle of life, but I bow in reverence at the Giver of life.