Bighorns 2007 and a Blessing
We just sat there dumbfounded. I whispered to Kari, “There is no light.” Abby whispered back, “Ya-huh! I saw it.”
Needless to say there was alot of thankful prayer that night.
I told my dad the next morning, and he said we got very lucky. We were camped right next to a very steep bank that cascaded down the hill into a creek. Abby can’t swim, and just the day before had fallen into that icy water. We were there when it happened and we dove in to scoop her out. She’d have certainly drowned, no question. Dad reminded me that when most little kids get lost, they almost never walk uphill, they always take the easiest path, which would have led her over that embankment and right down into the water, at 3 in the morning. With everyone fast asleep, she’d have fallen right into an icy grave.
What I learned is that my God loves me and cares for my little ones in a way that surpasses understanding, whether I’m on board or not. He is there for each of us, always. When we don’t see God around, at work in our lives, it’s not that He is absent, its ourselves that are AWOL. I wasn’t spiritually focused on this trip… it was a “vacation”. You know, one of those times that you put the brain on hold, unplug, disconnect, recharge. I see it this way…The Maker of Heaven and Earth cared enough to watch over my little 4 year old, at three in the morning, enough to tell one of His Angels to light her path. She’s here with us today by none of our own doing. God kept her in our arms with sheer grace. It’s not about what we do. There is no magical number of rungs to climb to somehow make it to the top. It’s all about Him, and what He did, and the rest is just icing on the cake.