Isn’t it strange how some things turn out? People call it co-instances, but I call it God. He is always working, sometimes to make us better folks, but often to help us out of what could be a real problem.

My son Ron was an engineer at a large research plant for 16 years. His life changed when all the big companies downsized and let many of their employed people go. He looked for work for several years, but either the companies wanted to save money and hire those folks just out of college, or he had too much education and would quit the job just as soon as a better one came along.

He finally decided to embark on a new career on the internet. He had no family to worry about and knew it would be awhile before he earned very much. He began by writing a  podcast and he offered editing services to people writing books and articles. He is very happy with his decision. Shortly after this, my husband died and my son’s apartment rent began to be too much for him. We decided that he would move into the rooms not needed since the children grew up and left our home. That way, I, in my eighties, would have someone around me.

lately, It has turned out that he has become my caregiver. I am soon to become 92 and have developed some health problems. I can’t get around to do things like I used to do.  He doesn’t complain, even when he has to do things that aren’t really manly. He is a wonderful son and a great caregiver. Besides that, he has his career, which is growing by leaps and bounds.

While he was doing his work as an engineer, I don’t imagine he ever thought he would move into the room he grew up in, but the whole thing sounds like God had a hand in arranging our lives. As far as we are concerned, God did a pretty good job.

Wasn’t it great to look out your windows in the morning lately, here in the Northwest? The skies are now blue and the sun shines so brightly! It is the end of April and the rest of the month was dark, gloomy and cold, not at all like we anticipate April to be. It reminded me of an April when I was a girl about ten.

My dad was a pastor of four congregations. He usually held services every other week in the two smaller churches, But at Easter and Christmas, he held them at all four churches. So, after our family attended the 9:30 Easter worship, Mom and Dad headed out to the other three, armed with their lunch which would be eaten in one of the church’s pews. Mom had to go along because she played the organ at all of the churches. The weather was cold and dark.

They were eating their lunch when they noticed it had become quite windy outdoors and they decided to hurry to the next Church, but before they got there the snow was coming down crosswise because of the wind. Everyone was at the church when Mom and Dad got there, but by the time the worship hour was completed, there were at least two feet of snow on the ground. The worshipers were wondering how they could get home and they told Mom and Dad not to try to drive the distance they had to go to get home. My parents were worried about us kids who were home alone. I was the oldest child of three and I was only ten. They decided to try to make it home.

About an hour after they drove very slowly through the snow, the car slipped down a ditch and Dad was hurt. He felt he had broken some ribs and his arm. Mom went up on the road to see if anyone was coming, They ended up just sitting in the car. Two hours, or so later, a tractor came down the road. The guy who drove the tractor told Mom, who was standing outside the car, “I thought I would drive out a bit to see if anyone was stranded out here in the snow, and here you are.” Isn’t God wonderful?

The man took Mom and dad to his home where he got his horse and wagon ready and brought them home. Later, Dad got to the doctor and was fixed up. He did have two broken ribs but his arm was just hurt.

I guess we have had other times in April when the weather was bad, but I still think of April as flowers, sunshine and once in awhile warm showers, don’t you?