“And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose.” Romans 8:28
Years ago , in my young adult Sunday School class, one of the mothers who had a challenged child told us about having to rush her to hospital, We had recently been studying about being thankful and one of the other mothers said ” Were you thankful?”She was being rude to say the least. “Yes. I was able to give thanks for the situation” was her answer. That has always stuck in my heart and I have always tried to live up to that demand.
On December 15, 1996 it was the hardest thing I have ever done. Troy and I were ready to walk out the door going to the Madden Baptist Christmas choir program. The phone rang and my son Todd said,” Momma, Bens gone”. GONE..gone where.?
The year before Troy and I had moved back to Mississippi and Todd and Ben remained in Alabama. Todd was married and they both had good jobs. The three of them had been “home” for Thanksgiving and planning to be back for Christmas .It would be after Christmas but they would come.
As they pulled out of the drive I told Ben not to come by himself but to wait for Todd and Leeanne. He yelled back, ” I’ll be home for Christmas”( and he was )
“Ben has been in an accident and he’s not with us any more.” At Ben’s funeral it snowed. Not much but just enough. Ben loved the snow because he could get out there in his big truck and help. When the blizzard of 93.hit Mentone with 20+inches of snow we were in for a long time of make do. Ben got really upset when he couldn’t get his truck to go. But after loading the bed with logs he was out and able to help carry water and supplies to those who couldn’t get out. Of course he played a lot too. Boys will be boys ,they say.
Mentone, Ala. is a special place. beautiful mountain village with a lot of birds. We had hundreds of Chick-a-dees and a feeder on the window of our kitchen kept us entertained. When we move here we knew they here, we could hear them but never saw them. After moving into our “now’ house on the first Mothers day after Ben left us the tree outside my kitchen window was full of chick-a-dees. Now I know Ben didn’t send them but I do think our God sends us little reminders that everything is gonna be alright. Oh, and on the first anniversary of his passing…it snowed …6” in central Mississippi.
Our God is good!
If I don’t get back to blogging before Christmas…Blessings to you all. Love each other because we aren’t promised tomorrow.
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Thank you for sharing this with us. Romans 8:28 is beautiful, I would just like to add that it takes so much time, patience, perseverance, and lessons (there is no time limit) to overcome such a tragedy and loss. Much love and prayers to you and your family during this Christmas and daily. xxxxx