know your tractor and manure spreader were stopped by the police.
The tank could have flipped.
My mind races.
I relive the accident night over again.
I breathe deep until the shaking stops.
So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed,
for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you;
I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.
I look out the window.
Memories of children running through the yard flash through my mind.
I can hear them calling to each other.
I want to go back.
I long for the days when the kids were younger.
When they were all in my care.
When I met their needs and cooked and we all sat at the table together.
No candle for a space holder.
And I stop.
No marriage and a son in law.
These are not my decisions to make.
Long before the dawn of time these days were known.
I say so to my farmer when he comes in.
He says not me. I don’t want to go back.
I don’t want to lose any ground. Heaven can’t come soon enough.
Is it possible to stop living while you’re alive?
To become so heaven focused that you’re no earthly good?
I think the answer is somewhere in between.
I can’t go back.
There must be beauty in this new journey.
This new family structure.
Cedric pulls the tank and tractor up to the house.
He is so happy. Pure joy.
A farmer friend has blessed us with the use of their equipment.
And our boy is thrilled.
He needs this.
This is the reality now.
I can trust God with all of it. Even in the heart stopping moments.
I need to.
Another unexpected tragedy may happen. We are not immune.
God is reminding us to;
Be assured that what ever does come our way it has passed through the hands of the Father first.
The LORD appeared to us in the past, saying: “I have loved you with an everlasting love;
I have drawn you with unfailing kindness.
He loves us. Nothing can ever change that love.
He pursues us with a passion.
We need to respond.
He hath shewed thee, O man, what is good; and what doth the Lord require of thee,
but to do justly, and to love mercy, and to walk humbly with thy God?
There will come a time when everything will not pass through the lens of an accident.
Of Police Officers in my home telling me of a terrible loss.
I won’t tremble at the sound of sirens.
It’s a new day. Won’t you join me in starting fresh?
Seeking God; trusting that each moment of today is aptly in his hands.
Resting in the hope of His promises.
“This world has nothing for me
This life is not my own. . .
I know you go before me and I am not alone.
I know you go with me and I will never fear.
I will trust in you.
Whatever may come our way. . . . we won’t be shaken.”