My husband and son loaded up into our 1986 GMC work pick-up with our hopper wagon hooked on behind it.
A sweet, old hopper wagon that we pulled all the way home from Ohio one year after Christmas. Hopper wagons weren’t used in Kansas like they were and are in the east. I like having it on the farm. It reminds me of Ohio and my kidhood days! My dad didn’t farm but we had a neighbor who did. The sight of a tractor rumbling by with one or two hopper wagons was part of my growing up years.
I watched the pick-up and hopper wagon disappear down the hill and through the creek and reappear at the stop sign, as I was returning from my walk to the corner east of us. They were headed to get a load of rolled milo to feed the few cattle at our farm.
My man and I had exchanged conversation and plans before I took off for my walk. I knew they would probably leave before I finished walking. My daughter and I were planning to go clean at the doctor’s office and would most likely head to town before the men arrived home with their rolled milo.
I talked to my husband on the phone a couple of times, because when I went to leave, my Suburban wouldn’t start. Somehow, its battery didn’t like the fact that some of the small lights inside had been left on for who-knows-how-long. With no other vehicle readily available at the moment and our battery pack, questionable, my brother jaunted over to help me out. His Honda got us up and running and off we went! I was feeling a little rushed, because I’d really wanted to leave earlier. I reminded myself more than once that there could be a very good reason why we weren’t supposed leave when I was planning. I often wonder in situations like this what God is protecting us from and what He can see that we can’t.
We made it into town, did our cleaning, and returned safely home.
When we were settled into bed for the night my husband told me about the event of their trip to the Co-op.
My husband and my son were returning home, chugging along slowly in the pick-up with the wagon rolling along behind. My husband noticed, that in the traffic coming towards them, there was a Ford pick-up that kept flashing its lights. “I wonder what that’s all about,” my husband questioned. All of a sudden, the Jeep that was in front of the Ford pick-up, headed straight across the dotted line, into my husband’s lane of traffic, and directly towards them. My husband, who wasn’t traveling very fast anyway, becaus of his load, slowed down and headed towards the shoulder. With a hopper wagon on behind, there weren’t a lot of options nor can you make too many sudden moves. He said he really thought, “This could be it.” Then just as suddenly the Jeep veered back into his own lane and passed on by.
We wondered if the Jeep had been doing this and that was the explanation for the flashing lights of the Ford pick-up. We’ll never know for sure.
My mind went in several directions. First, I thought about how quickly life can change, how quickly life can be gone, how much we take it for granted. I thought about how I had been focused on my vehicle trouble and trying to do the things I had planned. How differently my day could have ended. In a hospital with my husband and son or worse.
I thought about the prayers of protection I had prayed for my family as I took my walk. Prayers offered only an hour before this crazy driver veered into my husband’s lane of traffic. Accidents do happen. Terrible things do happen. But I will never underestimate the power of prayer.
I am so thankful that we still have a husband and daddy and a son and brother. I praise God for His protection.
I thought about how I so often get caught up in “me” and “my” feelings and instead of embracing life and the days we’ve been given, I choose to be grumpy or stressed or miffed about something. Life truly is a vapor and I truly thank God for the family He has blessed me with and each day that I am gifted.