I am a Christian. I believe in God’s greater plan for us. I believe that He loves all of his children and gives us a chance at eternal life if we follow Him. I believe God is the Alpha and Omega, our great protector and our Savior. But on days like this, even though my faith remains strong, I have to stop and say “What the hell?”.
Four lives have been tragically taken from our tight rural communities. Lives that were intertwined. Friends. Brothers. Farmers. Horsemen. And yes, even Cowboys.
Cancer – ATV accident – Motorcycle wreck – Truck wreck All close home, all touching many lives in life and now in death.
I sat in a line of cars in Speedwell last night waiting for an accident to be cleared. Although I couldn’t see it I knew it was bad. The fire department sent someone to tell each of us that it would be a while before we would be moving. There were lots of rescue personnel, police cars and flashing lights. There was a heavy feeling in the air and I just knew.
After a while I watched the wrecker go by toward the scene and thought that it wouldn’t be long now before we are moving. Some more time passed and the wrecker passed back by pulling a truck. It was so messed up in the front I couldn’t tell make or color and I thought to myself it would be a miracle if anyone survived. I said a short prayer, we started moving, and I went home and went to bed.
When I woke up this morning the accident was still on my mind so I got on social media and then on some news sites to see if the people were ok. I found the report, read it, and in shock reread it. It took a few minutes for it to sink in. And then I cried. It all seemed so bizarre. I cried for four friends who in my mind went too soon. I cried for their parents and for their friends. And as I cried I got a little angry and all I could think of to say to God is “What the hell? What are you doing? What does this mean?”.
“I will walk by faith, even when I cannot see.” – 2 Corinthians 5:7
Faith. Such a simple word but sometimes one of the hardest words in the English language. I actually have the word Faith tattooed on my arm. I put it there after a very trying time in my life to remind me that if I keep faith there is nothing God can’t help me through.
I would like to think that God needed these four men to be some bad ass guardian angels for the young people who looked up to them here on earth. I have faith that they were not taken in vain but for a higher purpose that we as humans may never understand. And I believe that their lights will continue to shine brightly.
Pray for their families. Pray for their friends. God bless us all!
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