“You didn’t ask how church family has impacted my life, but I feel compelled to tell my family’s story.
Our family lived on a dairy farm. In 1949 my mother was in a serious tractor accident. She had several spinal fractures. The spinal cord was “hanging by a thread.” Mother had to be hospitalized for nearly 5 months, leaving all of us minor children home alone to run the household and the farm. (My father had passed away before my birth. We children were now ages 17,16,12, 10, and 5) The church family immediately stepped in to help us in various ways, including finishing the upstairs to make bedrooms. They also helped with meals and many other tasks. (Neighbors and relatives from afar also assisted us, but the “church people” were the backbone of our support system.)
At the time of my brother’s passing in 2009, we learned this from a lady from our church. Her father was the main impetus behind the help our church family gave us. He was very concerned that the county would step in and break up our family, as we were all minors. Praise be to God that did not happen! By God’s grace through the help of our church family, we got through this crisis. Our family remained intact. After being flat on her back in the hospital, Mother got up and walked. (She told me when she was in her 80’s: “I made up my mind I was going to walk, and I got up out of bed and I walked.” This was of course after the doctor gave the okay.)
It cannot be overstated what a huge positive impact our church family had on our family. I don’t want to think about what could have happened to our precious family without them.
Challenge for today: Read the following P.S. from this grateful friend:
”We sometimes would ride with the milk hauler into town to visit Mother. (John had gotten a hardship driver’s license at about age 14 sometimes after Dad’s death. Mother never had a license.) So sometimes John would drive us all into town to see Mother. A few times the nurse would lift me up onto a chair by Mother’s bed (so I was at her level) and I would sing “This Little Light of Mine” with actions. We’d bring her bouquets of wildflowers. She would sign checks so the bills could be paid. Maria, then 16, became the chief cook, and learned how to make bread. She would sometimes have me help her in small ways. All of us took part in the farm chores.
I got 3 new jobs: Bed the cows with straw, carry pails of water into the house, carry the chunks of wood into the house. I was so proud and happy to be able at my young age to be useful—no complaining! Mother never wavered in her faith that she would heal and be back home again. Her trust in the Lord was unshakable. I don’t remember ever being afraid. My sisters became great mothers for me.
It was truly a remarkably difficult and miraculous time in our family!”
Blessings on your day and grateful prayers and love, Judy
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