“Mom, they sank the boat," came my very frustrated daughter's voice from the other side of the phone.
Philip and I were on the way to Columbia for a concert when I got the phone call.
Sam and his friend Lathan were coming in from duck hunting behind our house when Philip and I pulled out of the driveway. Becca, my daughter was waiting to take them to get something to eat. Everything was under control, or so I thought.
Really, when one has teenage sons, nothing is ever "under control." Sometimes we just have to slip into a semi-delusional state in order to preserve our sanity.
Anyway, we were less than 15 minutes down the road when Becca called with the news.
“What do you mean, they sank the boat?” I yelled into the phone as my heart rate began to climb to an unsafe level. “We’ve been gone less than 15 minutes. How do you sink a boat in less than 15 minutes?”
Then I realized that it was Sam I was talking about, and I realized that, really, I should be more amazed that it took him that long to sink the boat.
Details were sketchy, but by the time we reached Columbia this is what we knew:
-The boat was under water…somewhere.
-The shotguns were hanging in a cypress tree…somewhere.
-The waders were…somewhere.
-The boys had to swim part of the way back from the ‘somewhere’, which meant there were wet and muddy clothes…everywhere.
But the night was far from over. When we finally got home, we had another surprise.
At the time, we had a brand new puppy. Her name was Ella - cutest little blonde lab you have ever seen.
They are both especially cute and much less destructive when they are asleep.
Apparently, at some point before we got home, she was left alone downstairs. While alone, she decided to eat everything she could find…even if it wasn’t edible. Evidently, something did not agree with her little tummy. I opened the door to find Dalton, another one of my children, sitting on the floor scrubbing away.
“You might not want to come in here,” he sternly informed me. I looked past him and saw several of his friends sitting on the stairs - looking a little green.
An hour later, things were somewhat cleaned up, clothes that could be found were in the wash, and I was dog-tired. I walked into Sam’s room to make sure there were no more wet clothes. The boys were sound asleep; exhausted I’m sure from their adventure. They looked so content as they slept, and I couldn’t help but smile.
When I made it back downstairs, I found Ella waiting for me at the foot of the stairs. I scooped her up in my arms and sat down. As I sat there in the stillness, I was reminded of how quickly I can loose sight of all the blessings God has placed in my life.
Sitting there holding Ella, I was reminded of the heartache of losing Molly, my blonde lab, earlier that year. I thought about how much it hurt and how God used it to make Himself known to one of my boys.
Then I thought about the craziness of the last several hours and how I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. I was reminded of the blog I wrote a few months back about how sad it made me when my house was empty and quiet. I had definitely been blessed with a house full of activity!
Then there was the blessing of a husband, who gave up a ballgame to take me to a concert, and a daughter who willingly tended to muddy boys, and a son who cleaned up behind a very sick puppy.
And though Sam, the swamp boy, didn't know it yet, he was going to be a blessing to me the next day when he vacuumed the house and cleaned up the mess he created!
Sometimes we just need to find a quiet place to sit and reflect on all the blessings God has poured into our lives and thank Him from the bottom of our hearts. What a perfect time of year to do just that.
Have a great week!
Repost from November 2013
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