Rain and Hope

Rain, rain, go away, come again another day. It’s raining, it’s pouring… .

Taylor’s escape to California didn’t quite turn out the way she had planned.

Lord willing, by the time you read this Taylor will be on the ground, but this time in Chicago.

Their plane left California but approximately 30 minutes later they smelled smoke in the cabin. An emergency, and extremely bumpy, landing ensued. According to Taylor they were going to disembark from the plane but fire marshals boarded and shuffled them back to their seats. After an examination of the aircraft the passengers were escorted to the terminal.

First they were told they might fix the plane and reload, then a second plane was proposed, and accepted. The waiting began.

Unfortunately, Taylor’s body has had enough. She is exhausted, dehydrated, and emotionally spent. The last thing her body needed was additional stress from a near death experience. So, panic/stress mode commenced. After nausea, dizziness, rapid pulse, and stabbing head pains, the airport medics were called.

Since she is 21, she had to agree to go to the hospital…but she didn’t. No conclusive diagnoses was given, so she opted to wait to see if her body stabilized, the next flight was only 20 or so minutes away and all she wanted to do was come home.

“Talk to me mom, just talk to me,” she said when she called, breaking my heart. Oh, how I wished I could climb through the phone lines and bring her home safely. I can’t.

Psalms 18:6 “In my distress I called upon the LORD; to my God I cried for help. From his temple he heard my voice, and my cry to him reached his ears.”

Boy did I…am I. In Grief Share they talk a lot about how our relationships change, especially our relationship with our heavenly Dad. Prayers are whispered unceasingly, just a subject change. Wow…I have no idea how I would survive if I didn’t have my heavenly Dad to constantly catch me as my knees buckle.

The 20 minutes turned to an hour. Last I knew she was boarding the plane. So…now I wait, trusting my heavenly Dad’s protection.

I’m calling. He’s listening.

Romans 15:13 ” May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.”

Now I have hope. Until we meet again… .

 

 

 

2 thoughts on “Rain and Hope

  1. Oh my!!! I am sure that was anguish for you. Our job as parents is to live and protect our children no matter what… Period… No age restrictions!!! Just as our Heavenly Father loves and protects us. Prayers that Taylor is home safe and sound.

  2. Hoping she is home safe and sound, rehydrated and curled up relating all the events of her trip with you. So sorry her adventure was a bit more exciting than her poor body was ready for. Prayers and hugs sent your way!

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