MOPS Mom to the Rescue
by Kelly Jarrell

After the deafening crush of metal, the next sound I heard was my daughter shrieking wildly. Terror and anger overtook me, and I feared I'd pass out as I wiped blood from a gash above my eye.

My heart was beating out of my chest as I flung my three year old daughter’s door open. She did not appear seriously hurt, but she was inconsolable, crying and yelling for daddy.

Though a fog of confusion was quickly descending on me, I managed to call 911 and then my husband, who rushed toward the scene of the accident.

In an instant, my plans for Easter had come to an end. My daughter Mika and I were on our way to meet my parents for evening Easter services. My husband Jeff had stayed home with Macy, our one-year-old.

I was stopped at a red light when an intoxicated driver crashed into my car at 50 miles per hour. He rammed the side my daughter and I were on, sending our car spinning toward a pole.

Shock and fear consumed me as I surveyed the wreckage and tried to comfort my terrified daughter. Suddenly I heard a familiar voice. In my time of need, God sent me an angel in the flesh – another MOPS mom!

Erin had also been on her way to Easter services with her daughters when she saw we had been in an accident. She asked if we were all right, and then went to her car to get some wipes for the blood trickling down my face.

Finally a swirl of red and blue lights appeared against the darkening sky and I heard sirens. A firefighter removed my daughter from our mangled car, strapping her to a back board, and securing her neck with a brace.

My husband arrived, with our baby in his arms. Erin told Jeff she would take care of Macy and follow us to the hospital so he could ride in the ambulance with us.

As the ambulance sped to the nearest hospital, I prayed that Mika would be okay. I was comforted by my husband’s presence with us, and I was so grateful that God sent Erin to help us when we needed it most.

Miraculously, Mika didn’t have any injuries, and mine were minor. While I waited for x-rays and stitches, Erin and her daughters sat in the waiting room with Macy.

I am so thankful for a MOPS mom’s willingness to help my family. I remember seeing Erin in the waiting room with her two little girls, all dressed up in their Easter dresses taking turns holding Macy. I can never really repay Erin, but I do hope to honor her by taking time to help another person the way she helped me.