TITLE: THE HARDEST VALLEY TO CROSS part 3
By Verna Mull
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We had two-way communication between our home and our vehicles. When I thought I could steady my voice, I called my husband and asked him where he was. I don’t even remember his reply, but I said “Could you please come home right away?” He said, “I’m just a few miles from home, I’ll be right there” I knew that I didn’t dare tell him what had happened, or I would probably lose them both in one day!
Even though Paul didn’t know why, he had thoughts of perhaps one of the motley workers had tried to molest me. (I didn’t have my voice as well under control as I had thought!) He could tell that something was terribly wrong, and rushed home.
I watched for Paul to pull into the driveway, and was there to meet him. I just blurted out “Vernon was killed, going to work!” Paul collapsed over the steering wheel of the pick-up. When he could finally park the pickup, he was so weak in the knees that I had to help him out of the pick-up and into the house to change his clothes.
As we drove towards town, we met our hired man coming to work. He stopped for instructions, and we told him what had happened, and what he needed to do.
When we reached the hospital, our pastor was there to meet us, and help Paul walk into the hospital. It took both us to get him into the hospital. Our hired man had rushed in our house and given him a call. What a wonderful thought, and also, to know that our pastor could be reached at his office from 8:00 a.m. to 12:00 each day, unless there was an emergency! That is a true pastor! There were no cell phones in those days!
It seemed like hours before the Doctor came to get us, but I’m sure it was only minutes. He stepped in and asked for my husband. I said to our pastor, “I have to go see him”
He told me, “Just go if you need to, and I quickly joined Paul and the Dr. who led us to small room...By then, Paul was doing some better. When I walked into that room, I felt as if I were walking at least a foot off of the floor. Through my mind a scripture verse nearly rang in the room, “For He shall give His angels charge over thee to keep thee in all thy ways. They shall bear thee up in their hands, lest thou dash thy foot against a stone. Psalms 91:11, and 12 KJV
I threw my arms around our son’s still body. My husband started to pull me back, but the Dr said, “No, leave her alone!” At that moment, I heard a voice. It seemed as if it was the voice of Jesus Himself, saying, “I can raise the dead, do you want him back?’ I have no idea how I could inwardly say, “No, Jesus, if this is Your Will; we’ll handle the pain, and trust in You!’. This conversation reverberated in my mind over the next several days. Inside, I said to myself. Why did I answer that way?” Then, I would say to myself, “God doesn’t make mistakes, but why?” Some of our why’s aren’t meant to be answered, but somehow, I know every life is planned before we are ever born, and that is something we have to learn to accept. The Doctor did tell me that we would not have wanted him to live because he would have been completely paralyzed, due to a broken neck. Somehow, that even seemed very minor at the time.
Well, when we had signed everything that was needed, we asked them not to let this go over the news until we had opportunity to go talk to our daughter, who was a nurse at a hospital nearly 40 miles away.
Our dear pastor prayed with us, and drove us to go tell our daughter. On the way, the little chorus ran and re-ran through my mind. “God is so good, God is so good, God is so good, He’s so good to me! “ What an inner struggle on that 40 mile trip! The song would not stop running over and over in my mind and I was constantly condemning myself for allowing it to run in my mind. What kind of mother was I to feel that there was anything good that could come from the worst day of our lives?
I also thought back to 2 nights ago, when Vernon had led a girl down to the altar, and prayed with her to accept Jesus. If he had lived, surely he would have led more people to Christ! How could this possibly be God’s will? (God is so good, kept ringing in my ears!)
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