Tonight was one of them.
It wasn’t because I needed a mouse disposed of.
It wasn’t because something broke and I didn’t know how to fix it.
It wasn’t because I needed a jar opened.
It was because of the wind.
The last time we had such high wind gusts, I was out of town. The BFF was here and kept telling me how scary it was. I shrugged it off. I knew it had been windy here this year and I guess I had just gotten used to it.
But tonight? My goodness how that wind, and rain, whipped through here. The trees were bending so far over with each new gust. I kept fearing that one of them would fall and land not on the 1.5 acres of land that I own, or in the woods, but on my car, or worse… my home.
Mentally, I was going through my checklist of items that I would need to claim based on which tree fell where. I couldn’t drown the howl of the wind out and try as I might, I couldn’t ignore it.
Matthew and I have been reading a really good book from the Dear America Series called My Secret War: The World War II Diary of Madeline Beck and at 8:00, 30 minutes before we typically read, I asked him if he wanted to go and read.
As we sat huddled under the covers reading about Maddie we attempted to take our minds off what was going on outside. It was the perfect weather to curl up with a good book and we so enjoyed reading more into the diary. At 9, I proclaimed it was bed time and after a few “please just a little more readings” I went to tuck him in.
Just then, the wind picked up and I swore I heard a noise outside. He asked me the difference between tornado watches and warnings and I admitted that I knew one was more dangerous, but not which one.
And then he asked me what to do about being scared.
Immediately, I told him to pray. He just looked at me. “Matthew, can you stop a tornado, or the wind?”
“No,” he replied.
“Neither can I. Therefore, all you can do is pray and have faith that God will protect us.”
“But what happens if a tree falls on the house?” He asked.
“Then there is a reason.”
I kissed him goodnight after answering a few questions about Christ’s Second Coming and the Rapture and walked out to the living room where I heard another noise outside. (The child wishes to engage in deep spiritual conversations before bed… all.the.time!)
It was then that I determined this is a time where it would be nice to have a man around, someone to make me feel safe, someone who I knew would handle fallen trees.
It was also when I determined that I had just given my son solid advice; advice that I needed to follow myself.
And again reminded myself that I do have a Man around the house.
Until next time…
Heather
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It WAS windy wasn’t it! I know you have THE man around the house, but if you ever need another to fix something,etc. let me know. I could loan out my hubby for a bit. (or my brother-in-law)
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Great post. I love reading about you and your children. We are addicted to Guitar Hero too. We have the PC version. It is a great game.
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I understand what you mean Heather. but yes you do have THE man around the house.
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