TITLE: THE HARDEST VALLEY TO CROSS part 2
By Verna Mull
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Paul had great difficulty with this outcome to the definite leading of God. He struggled with God for weeks. “Why did God lead me to work with this guy so long, only to have him enter eternity unsaved?’”If the police would quit chasing people and just get back and arrest him when he was sober, he would still have a chance to make peace with God” “It’s the police who sent him to an eternity without Christ” I had no good answers. The only thing I could say to try to relieve his pain, was “It only takes a moment to surrender to God. Perhaps He knew the Way well enough that He made that decision in his final moments. Needless to say, that did not answer enough questions for Paul, and all I could do was pray. His battle seemed to go on and on. Well, on the Wednesday of the week I am preparing to write about, Paul came in from his work in the field with a smile on his face, and said to me, “Well, I finally have peace about the situation. While I was on the tractor out in the field, I was still doing battle with God. It was almost like an audible voice said to me, “You do the work, and I have the answers.” I think God wants me to know that there are a lot of things that I will not understand in life, but He is asking me to just follow His promptings, and leave the rest to Him.” Thank you, Jesus!
The following Saturday morning was a beautiful day. I washed my hair, rolled in some curlers, and sat down to answer some letters that should have been answered long ago. Paul was very busy arranging things for his work of the day. Our son, Vernon, had a construction job that he worked at after school, and Saturdays. He had worked with this crew all through the summer, but was still in his senior year of high school, and could only work part time. This Saturday, he was headed for his job on a farm about 12 miles from us. Of course, being a mother, I said as he left, “You aren’t going to wear that grubby jacket are you?” He replied, “Mom, I’m going to work. It doesn’t matter if it’s a little shaggy” Well, he was right, and I said, “okay, drive careful now!” His reply, “Yeah, Mom” I really don’t even know why I said that as he was always riding his Dad to stay in the speed limit, make a real stop at stop signs, etc.
He got into his little blue Maverick car, and backed down by the shop to give his Dad a “thumbs up” as he drove off to work. This was about 7:30-8.00 in the morning.
At about 9:30 or 10:00, the telephone rang. The message I received, nearly made my knees buckle. By then, Paul had taken off somewhere in his pick-up. The call was from a Dr. at the hospital, who stated, “We believe that your son was involved in a fatal accident” I cried out, “Oh no!” The Dr. asked me what kind of a car that our son drove. I was so stunned that I couldn’t even remember, and I just told him, “It was a little blue car with a stripe down the side” He simply said, “Yes” Then, he said “We need you and your husband to come to the hospital to identify him” Sobbing, I said, “My husband is not home, but we’ll come as soon as I can reach him” I hung up the phone, my heart was pounding, my body was convulsing in sobs! I knew that I must get control of myself, and I cried out to God.
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