Saturday, September 3, 2011

You can make everything new...

Tuesday January 11, 2011…

I was just going to sit down. Things finally seemed to slow down after a small chimney fire in the farm kitchen on that cold Saturday winter evening. We had readied up the home for Sunday, things were winding down after bath time… A cake in the oven for the next day, clean kitchen floors and we looked and small flames streamed into the farm house above the cook stove. I tried my best to turn the stove down. I wanted to stop the flames from coming in… I thought I had succeeded but when I went outside to see the chimney with a rocket jet appearance I figured it was now beyond me and I called for help to the local fire department.

After a few hours of bright lights into the home and numerous firemen helping, we had put the small fire out. We were left with thankful hearts for local help and a messy kitchen and pantry. That night could have been worse. The firemen said if we were not home the farmhouse would have burned to the ground. But God had other plans for us…

And now it is Tuesday… a cold and blizzardy January day. Weather is coming in fiercely as the day drags on. We had help shooing the Belgians today. Lots of winter chores to be done, emptying manure from the barn and spreading it to the fields. Bringing wood to the house as these January days seem to be sunny but the temperatures dropping lower still. After school at the kitchen table I brought out homemade Rueben sandwiches to the men in the shoppe haus that were shooing the Belgians. The girls and I tidied up the kitchen and I seemed to just be “sitting down” for the day making a short phone call when the eventful barging through the kitchen door happened.

I had noticed the gentle giant calling in when I was on the phone but I was finishing up some farm business and could not answer his call. I found it strange that he had called twice so I decided I should hang up now. As I reached for the local paper and my hot tea the kitchen door came bursting open.

I could tell by the look in her eyes, the color in her cold face that something was dreadfully wrong… She looked at me breathing heavily and much too bravely said, “Mom, there has been an accident, I need warm blankets now!”… My heart literally was in my throat and with a faint and weak voice I could barely stand and asked my sweet and innocent daughter, “What is wrong”? I was not sure I could handle what she was going to tell me next but this was the moment of truth… The moment every parent never wants to have, where we need to hear some terribly bad, possibly life changing news… I had to hear her answer…

“Buddy is lying in the field, he cannot get up and was injured and we need to cover him up, Dad has already called ambulances”. “Is he hurt I screamed” she said “We do not know but find the blankets now!” I could barely function; I could not keep my head about me as I went to the cedar lined closet to reach for the woolen linens. My first thought, “I knew we shouldn’t have learned to drive horses, I should have listened to all of the concerned ‘naysayers’…” I still had not even known what was wrong with my dear Buddy, our precious 13 year old son. But at that moment in time I promised God I would reevaluate everything (whatever that could possibly be); please God, just save our son! “And they were taunting, “there is a price to pay, I told you so, there is a price to pay I told you so…” I pushed back the evil and threw the blankets to our daughter. I prayed… I grabbed my phone and my long wool coat, head lamp and boots and I started running east for what seemed like hours. As I trudged along I was slipping on the icy and blizzardy road. I could not see even 2 ft. in front of my face with the blowing and drifting snow coming down. I was thanking God that I was not pregnant as I would have been 34 weeks if not for the sad loss but now was finally comforted and healed from the snatching of the tiny life earlier inside my womb. There would have been no way I could even walk out here if not so. I didn’t even call my husband yet; I called 911 and told them to meet me on the road by the back of the 40 so I could flag them down. They would have to “find” our son lying in the middle of the field and I knew that no vehicle or ambulance was going to be able to get to him.

After calling and running for what seemed like forever I reached the gentle giant on the phone. He was out of breath and was holding our son and telling me to wait for the ambulance in a yelling tone. I could not, I ran out to the field to see my precious Buddy lifeless, to find our daughter delivering the blankets on horse back to my husband and my son… Covering Buddy to keep him from shock. He could not stand and hardly talk… “GOD, I need you now” “I need you more than ever to come through for this family NOW” “Please GOD, let our son live”! I could barely ask, “What happened”… I really did not want to know, I just wanted our son back to the way he was… The how or whys didn’t seem to matter at this point… Just get us back to how we used to be God!

The Gentle Giant told me what had happened… At this moment we were sure our sweet Buddy had internal injuries and we knew nothing more. But we prayed and we prayed and we screamed out to God to save our son!

I could hear the ambulances faintly away… the sounds of sirens would come closer and then grow fainter. I kept calling and calling 911 and giving them directions! Why couldn’t they find us? They stated they were lost, LOST!!! And the roads were so horrible they could not navigate fast lest they go into the ditch… I prayed again, I prayed harder and I wondered if “this was it” every parent’s worst nightmare. Is this what “it” feels like? I was ready to vomit, I would never drive a horse again, I wanted to be safe, I wanted us to be safe… Like we used to be… We only did all of this for good, for God…

I was abruptly taken from my fears by a friendly face pulling up from our local fire department. He rolled his window down and said without any ‘introduction’, “We won’t be able to get back to him there”… He radioed into dispatch and told them to be ready for a backboard rescue at this time and possibly aero med. I told him we needed to cut the fences now. He handed me a tool while readying a backboard and gear and I cut into raw steel and cut my cold and frozen hand on barbed wire.

The ambulances pulled up and confirmed they would try the backboard rescue first if that would even work. The Gentle Giant was telling them Buddy’s pulse and breaths per minute and stated he believed our dear Buddy was going into shock. Between the rural setting and the horrible blizzard Buddy had laid in that field unmovable for much too long…

After a treacherous rescue mission through frozen furrows and small icy hills, Buddy was delivered to the back of the warm ambulance and hooked to IV’s and oxygen. They wouldn’t let me in the back of the ambulance… They would NOT let me hold Buddy, and I told them that under no circumstances was I letting them take Buddy from this farm without me. They put me in the front of the ambulance to warm me up. I looked and opened the tiny window to the back of the ambulance to see my son. I tried to put my arm through the window to touch his hat.

He was telling them not to cut his Muck Boots. “Do you know how much these cost my dad”? He said… That was all he said… He cried out in pain as they removed the boot. I numbly told Buddy we would get him new boots just as soon as we could. He wouldn’t talk to me… He just cried in pain. I cried to my God to save Buddy, to save this “family”… The blizzardous drive to the hospital took forever. The Gentle Giant following behind…They took an odd route to get our son to safety and Matt let them know kindly but firmly when we finally arrived. Buddy had now been almost 2 hours damaged from the accident.

They wheeled him in to the room and I finally could get to Buddy. His eyes full of fear and he reached out and grabbed me so hard I almost fell over. He held on tight, he was scared and I kissed him from my salty tears and told him he was going to ok… I prayed with him again for complete restoration… and He said, “I love you Mom, so much”…

HomemakerAng

September 3, 2011

15 comments:

KXJ said...

Wow! Thank God everything turned out okay. What a horrible experience to live there but also how wonderful to see God's grace work in many ways. I'm so glad everything turned out okay. xo

Joannah said...

Angela, this is a gripping account of that horrendous day! I am moved to tears, and so grateful that the Lord answered your prayers and healed Buddy.

Farmgirl Cyn said...

Dearest friend....I remember the day this happened....praise God He makes all things new.

xoxo,
Cindy

Homemaker Ang said...

I wept today as I wrote... This is still so raw in my heart each day I look at Him.

I know God spared our son's precious life... I needed to get this "out"
xoxo

Sherry in MI said...

Just like Joannah, I was moved to tears by the end of this. You are such a gifted writer - and to think this wasn't even fiction! What an awful experience to have gone through.

Shan said...

Dearest Ang,

This post brought me to tears!

Our son also was in a very serious farm accident years ago. My husband was fixing fence and accidentily ran over our son when he fell out of the truck as my husband was backing up.

He was only seven and he spent two days in ICU. They told us he had internal bleeding...we prayed over him... He went home with seven stitches behind his ear, a cracked collarbone and many bruises. NO INTERNAL BLEEDING. HE does make things new.

I know as a Mother just how much you prayerfully, delightedly relish each new day with your son! I still, after all these years, say a softly whispered "thank you" to the One!

Yours so kindredly,
Shan
Honey Hill Farm

Ann at eightacresofeden said...

You know Ang - I'm sure God has a very special purpose for Buddy's life. No matter where we live, in the city or the country there are risks in this life and if we didn't know that God sends His angels to watch over us and is absolutely able to turn around the most horrendous of situations we would live in a constant state of fear and never allow them to do anything like ride a horse or drive a car. Just this year we received one of those 'There's been an accident' calls. My son driving home from church on our quiet country road with 3 of my children in his car rings home and my husband jumps in the van and drives off leaving me at home not knowing the outcome and then hearing the sirens in the distance getting closer. All I was doing was pacing the floor and calling out to God 'Protect them Lord, don't let them be hurt.' And God answered. A cyclist had come out of steep driveway at speed on a bike with no brakes and not wearing a helmet straight into the path of my son's car. He landed on the windscreen and was thrown into a heap on the road. He was whimpering and saying he couldn't breathe and my son thought he was going to die right there and then in front of him. On that day God not only protected my children but also saved the life of the foolish cyclist. He came away with broken ribs but as the police said it was a miracle he wasn't killed or seriously injured.
Every time I pass this driveway now I am reminded that God hears us when we call out to Him and that angels travel country roads.

Mumsie said...

No words...only tears. Blessed be the Lord God Almighty. XOXO

Nadine said...

wow...I was reading this holding my breath....heart pounding...
Thanks be to God for restoring your buddy...

What a horrible night...

I am so happy things are better now...

Blessings to you :)

Renata said...

Wow what a time Ang - I can't imagine how you must have been feeling.
Praise God that we know your son has recovered.
Thanks for sharing
Blessings
Renata

Tami said...

oh Ang! my heart is pounding and i am thanking God for Buddy's life.

Tina Leigh said...

I see you have posted a few times over the last few days but then when I come to your blog, I cant find them. I guess you are still having trouble with the droid...and good luck with that! I am in the country to and have had a hard time with internet service. Just recently had to change cell phone carriers so I could have any kind of service. My last carrier i had for over 10 years but something has happened with towers..blah blah blah! Without a cell phone provider I wouldnt have any internet (which is poor coverage, I may add). AND i just got a new Blackberry Touch that is going back to the store this week!!! It is crap (sorry for the language)! I guess im going to try the iphone. Lack of and poor internet service is the main reason I quit posting on my blog...I cant wait 30 minutes or more for 1 picture to load...terrible!
Any who...when we first bought our farm (before we lived on it), my son jumped on back of the tractor and rolled up into the tire! Broke his leg...it was bad..a similar story. My son was 8 years old.
I do know how your story ends...Thank Ya Lord Jesus!

Tina Leigh said...

I just noticed on my blogger reading list where it shows recent posts...on one of yours (that didnt show up on your blog) it is showing your phone number....its not like that on the others so im not sure that you wanted that to show. Just thought I would let you know.

Treasures Evermore said...

Wow...oh Thank you Father for answering prayers.

Wow, I bawled through this whole thing...it felt like I was there with you and feeling your pain.

Hugs,
Connie

the vrugginks said...

oh ang...tears here, too friend...so thankful for God's care...and so heartbroken about losing the baby...i didn't know, and i am so sorry - big. huge. hug. xoxo

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