1John 3:1 Behold, what manner of love the Father hath bestowed upon us, that we should be called the sons of God: therefore the world knoweth us not, because it knew him not.
Our best laid plans to go to Lubbock and see our grandson walk across the stage almost got washed down stream. We had notified everyone that we would be out of town for 4 days; Thur, Fri, Sat, & Sunday. Early Monday would have been recovery day and back to work; wrong.
Here’s the short story: could not get to Gainesville because East 82 highway was flooded over just before Lakeview store and fuel. 1 hour later I traveled north through my old telephone route to Callisburg and came back down Walnut Bend road into Gainesville. Good for me; hundreds of other cars and trucks were just stuck. Water over the road and the rain was a way of travel that day right up to the front door of Malta Farms in Slaton.
Brendon’s celebrations went off as expected. He will leave for the Army July 27th.
Somewhere in the middle of a 40 person celebration myself and Rhonda plus at least three others got sick. At first we thought it was a food issue but in the end it apparently was a airborne style germ. I ended up in the EMT wagon on my way to University Medical Hospital (a Texas Tech teaching hospital) in Lubbock early Sunday morning. My eight hour run prior to that ride was; well you really don’t need those details do you. Have you ever seen water come out of a fire hose; now you have the picture. I had that vision up to 12 times.
Now late Monday I got discharged and Saint Rhonda starts to get sick. It’s a coin toss for sure. Tuesday morning we decided to return and I would drive all the way myself. I prayed then Brian prayed and I left with God’s love and Psalms 91 riding by my side. Rhonda awoke once on the way home near Holiday. To say the least “our crib,” was a welcome sight.
This morning I sat and reflected over God’s love for us during this entire trip. The gift of remembrance to get to Calisburg and Walnut Bend road. The gift of safety in our travels. The gift of love from family and friends. The gift of doctors, nurses, and medicine.
The one gift that stands out was the drive home. For me to drive without getting out of the truck from Lubbock to Denison; now that’s a miracle.