A quiet evening...
Chores done...
A late dinner...
Washing dishes to the
sound of the peepers
in the pond...
The phone rings.
Now, at our home,
If the telephone rings
after 8 pm...
It is usually bad news.
It was mom.
"Are you looking for us?" she asked.
"No..." I replied hesitantly.
"Why do you ask?"
Now, as far as I knew...
My parents were tucked in
just down the road...
Probably preparing for bed...
"Well, we're in the emergency room."
My stomach flip-flopped.
My first question...
"What happened?"
My next question...
"How did you get there?"
You see, neither of my parents
can drive very well at night...
And my mom is so tiny
that she can't see up over the
dashboard so she doesn't even
drive during the daytime now.
My dad had cut his hand open
while working in his shop.
I didn't know how bad
his injuries were...
But I could tell by the tremble
in mom's voice that she was worried...
When I asked her why she hadn't
called me when it happened...
She said that Dad didn't want to
bother us during dinnertime...
And he thought mom could
take him to the hospital.
"Stay put," I told her.
"We'll be right there."
As my husband and I
made the 40 minute trek
to the hospital...
I began to understand
how our Lord must feel sometimes...
When we don't call on Him...
Because we don't want to bother
Him with our little problems...
Because we think that we
can handle it all by ourselves...
Until things get
"out of control"...
When we arrived,
Mom seemed relieved.
I never knew that a finger
could bleed so much..
We went in with dad
while they put in the stitches...
Two hours...
Ten stitches...
And a tetanus shot later...
We headed for home.
Mom and I in the car...
My dad and my husband in the truck.
"Mom," I told her...
"Don't ever hesitate to call us.
That's what we're here for...
To help you...
To take care of you."
"We know," she replied.
"But sometimes,
We just don't think too clearly..."
Now I really know how our Lord feels...
Because we think that we
can handle it all by ourselves...
Until things get
"out of control"...
When we arrived,
Mom seemed relieved.
I never knew that a finger
could bleed so much..
We went in with dad
while they put in the stitches...
Two hours...
Ten stitches...
And a tetanus shot later...
We headed for home.
Mom and I in the car...
My dad and my husband in the truck.
"Mom," I told her...
"Don't ever hesitate to call us.
That's what we're here for...
To help you...
To take care of you."
"We know," she replied.
"But sometimes,
We just don't think too clearly..."
Now I really know how our Lord feels...
"Casting all your care upon him;
for he careth for you. "
I Peter 5:7












