Foolish Conceitedness (Yes, it's a word, I checked!)

Last Monday, on my way home from school, I was rear-ended at the bottom of the hill of the parking lot at the school. Other than annihilating my clutch in the middle of no where, nothing bad like this has ever happened to me in reference to driving. It scared me. Thankfully, it only chipped up the paint on my car a little bit. But what really scared me is that just that very morning, as I was walking into school, I was talking to one of my friends and she was talking about some accident that happened in the parking lot that morning. I expressed that I was so proud of myself for not getting in a wreck in that parking lot yet, and then, not even 12 hours later, it happened. This has happened before. The summer in between 6th and 7th grade, I was super paranoid about breaking my right arm and not being able to write, so all throughout the summer, I practiced writing with my left hand, so if I ever broke my right arm, I would still be able to write. In early July that summer, I got into an ATV wreck and broke my LEFT arm. I think that God puts these little moments in my life when I get a little conceited to show me that I am NOT in control of my life, He is. In a perfect world, I wouldn't need these little reminders, but I'm not perfect. I can only press on and pursue my Walk By Faith.