Lightning Bolt Realization

Many of you know I have been questioning what God wants me to do in regards to my husband of 34 years.

I feel that I have been able to endure dealing with his eratic and irascible behavior, because deep in my heart I believe God has given me the ability to understand his pain from being abandoned at birth, and living the first six months of his life in an orphanage.

On top of that his adoptive father, who was an Ivy League, graduate had a very harsh personality, which he "inherited" from his father.

Anyway I called husband at lunch yesterday, and he said he wanted to quit his job. He has held this job for two months. Fortunately, I was able to point out to him the reasons I believed he was feeling this way. I asked him to stay through the afternoon if he could, and we would talk about it when he got home.

Well I was on edge the rest of the afternoon, unable to do anything that required any real concentration. When the satellite TV reception was knocked out due to a severe thunder and lightning storm, I picked up a library book I had handy.

The main character of the book is a widow. I come to the part where it talks about when God took her husband home, and there was this HUGE CRASH over my house. I felt like God was going to reach through the roof and take me home. Both my Great Dane and biggest St. Bernard gazed up at the ceiling for several minutes with uncertainty on their faces.

This reminded me of the time when I was caring for my aging mother in my home. I was still working full-time at the time, and had someone who came to care for her during the days when I was at work.

The following happened when I was home alone with my Mom. I was so tired, I stepped out into my front rose garden and just thought to God, "I'm so tired. I don't know how much longer I can do this."

When I went back inside and checked on my mother, who had been perfectly well, before my time in the garden, her lips were blue. I was on the phone in an instant, and firemen with oxygen for my dear, sweet mother were in her bedroom, in what felt like minutes. They took her to the hospital and she was fine.

I still remember unto this day, that it was like God asking me, "Do you want me to take her home?", and my very sure response was, "No, not now?"

I felt like God was asking me this again yesterday, but this time with my husband, "Do you want me to take him home?"

I looked at the clock to see the time of the lightning bolt. Until husband showed up, I half expected a policeman or sheriff's deputy to come to the door and tell me my husband had been killed in a car crash.

For awhile it felt like God had decided for me to take him home. I was very glad to see dear husband roar into our driveway in our pick-up truck a little under a half an hour later.

EJ

This put a smile on my face and a little hope in my heart.
I'm so glad that you were able to hear the questions God is asking you, and to respond with honesty. God bless.

the Lord works in mysterious ways

OK... hang in there!

Muse, Bebop and Sky,

Thank you for your feedback.

I think God made Himself quite clear this time!!!

EJ