One Step at a Time | Previous Challenge Entry

how it works

TITLE: One Step at a Time | Previous Challenge Entry
By Verna Mull
03/04/15
LEAVE COMMENT ON ARTICLE
SEND A PRIVATE COMMENT
ADD TO MY FAVORITES

One Step at a Time
It was a gorgeous September day when this surprising journey began. The sun was shining, there was a gentle breeze swishing through the tree leaves which were soon to be changing into a colored paradise. “A great day to catch up on some correspondence, I said to myself” My husband Paul, had gone to line up some of our fall combining, our son, Vernon, had headed to his after school, and Saturday job, working in construction some 8 or 9 miles away.
I washed my hair and put in the rollers, and settled myself down to answer some letters which needed answering. I had only managed to get half through writing one letter, when the telephone rang. As I was the only one there, I begrudgingly left my writing and answered the phone.
The call was far beyond anything I could have ever imagined. The voice said, “Good Morning, I am Doctor-----calling from the hospital. We believe your son has been involved in a fatal car accident.” My knees buckled, and I sobbed uncontrollably.” The Doctor tried to hold me on the phone, by asking me what kind of car our son drove. I felt I was in a different world, and was only able to say, “ A- a-a little blue car with a white stripe down the side.” The Dr. replied, “Yes.” He continued to say that my husband and I needed to come to the hospital as soon as possible, and identify the body.
I was shaking from head to toe, as I hung up the phone, and I prayed, ”Lord give me the strength to do what I need to do.” I had no doubt that the King of my Universe could do that, and He did.
I was able to control my sobbing and go to the 2-way radio to call Paul. He answered my call, and I asked him as controlled as I could be, if he could come home right away. In spite of my so-called control, he asked what was wrong, and I said, “just come home, I’ll tell you then.” I felt if I told him, I could easily lose them both in one day.
As Paul flew in the driveway, I met him. I’m afraid I didn’t think about how to tell him, and I just blurted out. “Oh, Paul, Vernon was killed on the way to work, and we have to go to the hospital and identify him” He collapsed over the steering wheel of the pick-up. As soon as possible, I helped him out of the pick up, and helped him clean up a bit, and get into the car. I drove that car to the hospital, but we met our hired man on the way and stopped to tell him what had happened. He headed on to the farm, and us to the hospital.
When we reached the hospital, our Pastor and another friend was there, and helped Paul in to the hospital, thanks to the hired man calling them when he reached our place.
Somehow, I managed to keep myself together until after the Doctor took us to identify Vernon. As I walked into that room, I felt as if I were walking at least a foot off of the floor, and the Scripture kept going through my head, “He shall give His angels charge over thee, to keep thee in all they ways, they shall bear you up in their hands, lest you dash your foot against a stone.
I threw my arms around Vernon, and mentally had a conversation with God. As all of this took place, my faith grew a little stronger in God’s presence, and care, and a stronger belief that even though our hearts had been torn out, God does everything well.
Well, when that day was nearly over, after funeral arrangements were made, and our daughter informed of the tragedy, I really fell apart, and Paul, bless His heart, became strong.
A lot of those days are a blur, but I’ve never forgotten God’s presence through it all.

PREVIOUS ENTRY | NEXT ENTRY
SUBMIT YOUR ENTRY FOR THIS WEEK'S CHALLENGE

The opinions expressed by authors may not necessarily reflect the opinion of FaithWriters.com.

If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be right now. CLICK HERE

JOIN US at FaithWriters for Free. Grow as a Writer and Spread the Gospel.