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A Faithful God Hears

A Faithful God Hears

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We planned our summer vacation for this moment.  2,623 miles.  And I couldn't watch.

He took a job out west working as a wrangler on a ranch this summer. The town's July 4th rodeo gave all the wranglers the opportunity to be cowboys.

He told me early June he was entering two events: Wild Cow Milking and Wild Horse Racing.

Wild Cow Milking was first.

His job was to chase down a roped cow and hold her still so a team member could milk her.

He had run and caught her three times, been tossed over her head, pressed under her weight, and dragged.

And he got up and went after that cow again.

In the end, he was too exhausted to hold her.  She fell on him, the two tangled in the rope.  I walked out of the arena.  My son lying still in the dirt. 

I had been praying about this day for weeks.  I didn't slept the night before. I confess as a woman, I don't understand the urge for adventure that young men feel. Rather, I fear. When the boys want to do something even slightly dangerous, I replay multiple scerenos over and over in my mind always with a tragic ending. When they sign up to do something really dangerous, I get physically sick.

The morning of the rodeo, when I had exhausted my own resources to force my son to pull out, I pleaded, "Lord, if he's not ready to do these events, somehow stop it." 

He lived through the Wild Cow Milking.  Rope burned hands, a bit winded, a sore ankle. Thirty minutes after the event, I saw him. He smiled big under his cowboy hat. He had accomplished his goal to be in a rodeo.  He had given it all he had.

There are some parts of raising sons that I will never grasp. Smiling after a five minute encounter with a 2,000 lb wild cow is one of them.  But I do understand the mom's heart.

The tug between seeing my sons as little boys  to be protected and letting them become men is continual. And so is the wrestle with God. Does He love my sons?  Will He protect them when the circumstances are beyond my control? When I have to turn my back and not watch? I heard a loud yes to those questions at the rodeo. Wild Horse Racing was cancelled. 

Vacation Journel Writing

Vacation Journel Writing

"Excuse Me, Daddy."

"Excuse Me, Daddy."

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