…it was Monday, April 18, the day our lives changed. That morning, I decided to take the afternoon off of work to finish drying out the basement from torrential rains that occurred on Saturday, April 16. I thank God that, in His providence, I was home at the moment our lives changed. On my morning commute to work, I stopped at Lowe’s. I remember praying in the parking lot for God to provide me exactly what I needed. When I walked through the doors, there was our pastor! Once again, God’s providence intervened, for we would come to lean on the support of our pastor and his wife during that evening and the following weeks, including today. After a brief conversation, I proceeded to the appropriate aisle and found the very last air mover on the floor. I purchased it along with a new dehumidifier and proceeded to my job.
While I was at work, Brenda and the children enjoyed a good day at home. They completed their morning school work. After lunch, while “the littles” were napping, Isaac and Isabella had some “free” time. Isaac sat in the education/family room drawing pictures. On the Internet, Brenda found an old radio broadcast titled “Son of Man”. On the broadcast, four different personalities read the four gospel accounts of the resurrection of Jesus Christ. Again, the providence of God that these were some of the last words that his heart meditated on this side of eternity. Isaac listened to them as he drew and colored some ships. He wrote the word “dock” on his picture, however he wrote a “b” instead of a “d” (he was known to reverse his letters). Brenda kind-heartedly pointed out to him that his brain had that “blip” again, to which he chuckled. Isaac then noted how all four of the gospels said the same thing even though they were written by different people at different times. Afterwards, he listened to a brief audio version of “Robinson Crusoe” which likely sparked his adventurous imagination.
When I arrived home early afternoon, my wife and children were excited to see me (and I them). Isaac, Isabella and I then drove over to our neighbor to load wood from a tree that he cut down. We then unloaded the wood at our house. Afterwards, I remember seeing Isaac carving on a branch with the utility tool that his friend Aiden gave to him on Saturday. I unloaded my Lowe’s purchases into our kitchen and unpacked the air mover while Brenda prepared supper. We looked out the window and saw Isaac climbing the tree adjacent to our playground. He yelled “look at me” and I replied that “I’ll have to help you down from there.” I then told Isaac that we had a big box for him to build a castle that he wanted to build, to which he replied “alright.” Sometime shortly after that exchange, he got down from that tree and made his way to his hideout in one of the pine trees at the top of the backyard.
During the next several minutes, I took the air mover down into the basement and got it set up and running. The children were between playing in the house and the backyard while Brenda and I were also in and out. I then decided to run an errand and called for the children.
That is all I can write about it. I am getting that knot in my stomach again.
We are thankful that the Lord blessed us with a good morning and afternoon together. We are thankful that some of the last words Isaac heard were the gospel of Jesus Christ. We are thankful that Isaac believed in Jesus Christ with the understanding of a ten-year-old boy.
Still hoping (Rom 8:24-25),
PS: We miss you buddy.