Slamming the door behind them, they all came into the room, the look on their faces made it clear they had no luck in finding Lucie, our ten year old daughter. She knew better than to take off on her own. Adam’s face looked tired as he reached for a freshly brewed pot of coffee.
“Did you look all over the Park too?” they just looked at me like I had to be kidding, but I wasn’t. I wanted to scream at times, being in this wheel chair limited me in doing so much; I felt like I was letting Lucie down, what could a crippled mom do in a time like this? The tears just streamed down my face, I felt lost and scared, except for Adam and Lucy, my family lived back home in Idaho. We made the move out here two years ago, and nothing went right since then.
In the beginning, life was great, that is, till the accident. I was coming home from an evening meeting at church, when my cell rang, and I reached for it, I knew better but that’s when you think, I can do this and drive, the curve came faster than I anticipated and the next thing I knew as I said hello into the phone, I crashed into the utility pole.
I did not remember anything after that, till I woke up in the hospital with Adam by my side. Pastor Jensen was in the room also.
“What happened?” I moaned as I tried to move, I was bruised, and my arms had cuts, but what was strange and frightening was that I could not feel my legs, I tried to roll to the side and nothing happened. “What’s wrong with me, Adam?”
Adam then told me that I would be paralyzed from the waist down.
“Not me, I cried, why Lord would you let this happen to me, I didn’t deserve this. Heal me Lord, I can’t be this way, if you love me heal me!”
Pastor Jensen tried to talk with me that it wasn’t the Lord’s fault, “He loves you, Adele, please remember that.”
I could see his concern, but I needed to lash out and I told him to please leave and take his God with him.
Now, a year later I hadn’t talked with him or anyone from the church. I did not even want Adam and Lucie going, but Adam wouldn’t hear of that, I could just stay home and be miserable about my life, but he wasn’t letting them suffer.
“Adam, are you sure about the Park? Lucie likes to play there and she is a very good hider, maybe you didn’t spot her? If I could just get out of this chair.”
“Come on Adele, you could go to the Park in that chair if you would just try, I’d help you.”
I looked at him, why he thought I should be searching to; didn’t he understand how hard it was to maneuver around even in the house? Just to cook, make coffee was a chore. This was Lucie, she had to try, “Adam get me to the Park, I need to look for myself, Please!”
Thirty minutes later we were in the Park, it felt good, Lucie and I spent a lot of time here, laughing, playing, that was before. The wheelchair moved easily on the path, I rolled the chair up and down as I called out to Lucie, but no answer came.
I became uneasy, something kept nagging me to call on the Lord for help, I felt so lost on where to begin, but the Holy Spirit made it easy, as I poured out my hurts, my mistakes, my fears about Lucie, He immediately gave me the peace that surpasses understanding in times like these, I again started calling out for Lucie, and minutes later we all heard a muffled cry by the old elm tree, around behind the tree laid Lucie.
The medic that was with the group knelt and checked her out. She was knocked unconscious, but no broken bones. She had been trying to climb the tree.
I thanked all the church people who helped. I apologized to Pastor Jensen. A trip to the hospital proved Lucie would be fine with rest.
It’s funny, I hadn’t thought about me since I got to the Park. I knew then that I wanted to start living again, but only with the Lord in our lives forever.
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