Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Voices from the Past

 
Yesterday was a big day here at the farm.  My husband's new John Deere combine arrived.  Bright blue sky, white snow, and GREEN machinery - it's a beautiful sight!  While there are some farmers who are blessed enough to be able to trade in for new equipment every year, the last time this farm has purchased a new combine was 1981.  With all the hours put into that machine, it was past time for a new Deere.

While all of us were excited, it was cold and icy outside, so only a couple of the children ventured out.  Little Gloria was thrilled to get a ride in the "buddy seat" next to daddy.  When our 3 year old asked to go out, I told him, "no" because of something his grandmother said a couple of months ago.

My mother-in-law and I had been talking about the arrival of the new combine shortly after the guys had purchased it in December.  A while after we hung up from our conversation, my mother-in-law called me back.  She sounded a bit shaken as she told me to watch Zane extra carefully the day the combine arrived.  She had just had a premonition, and it wasn't good.   For this reason, Zane stayed inside all day yesterday.

Am I superstitious?  No.  The fact is, I probably wouldn't have paid any attention to it had it not been for a premonition my mother-in-law had almost 38 years ago.

July 1, 1973 - It was a Sunday afternoon.  My husband was 3 years old.  He and his parents along with his sister, and two brothers had come home from church.  The oldest brother was across the street fishing and the 5 year old, Michael, wanted to go outside.  He had put on his sneakers and asked his mom to tie them for him.  Something inside her told her, "No.  Don't tie them now.  Wait."  But, wanting to make her little boy happy she ignored the voice and tied the shoes.  A few minutes later, as Michael was crossing the street to see his brother, he was hit by a car.  My father-in-law did CPR until the paramedics arrived, but to no avail.  They lost their little boy that day.

No one was to blame.  It was an accident.  I don't think my mother-in-law blames herself - she knows God has a plan for everyone and everything.  But, she has never forgotten that voice.

So, when she told me to watch Zane when the combine arrived, I listened.  He stayed in the house yesterday.  Today, I had the privilege to put his little boots on him when he finally got to go outside to play.

1 comment:

Carolee's Corner Canary Islands said...

What a touching story, sorry to hear about their loss.