Here's the scene --
You are out on a Saturday afternoon, running errands when the phone rings. On the other end is your son, his voice is unsteady and fearful. The words he is telling you are already registering panic in you and adrenalin begins to flow. It went like this for me; "Mom, mom, help, help, I don't know what to do. I'm bleeding, I'm ok, but I don't know what to do. My GF is hurt and ....." I'm not even sure it all registered. Certainly the part about him bleeding did and my heart sank, my hands started to shake and my little dd in the back seat started to cry. I was trying to focus on my driving and the words my brain wasn't totally registering and wait...think....I needed to tell him what to do. Call 911.
It was the kind of afternoon phone call a mom never wants to get. Suddenly what was a peaceful day at work and a little playful afternoon shopping with my dd turned into major panic.
I don't know if it is age and the passing of time or the blessing of this determination to be peaceful that made the difference for me that day (I think the latter). Surely there was enough emotion inside me and fear to make me go over the edge. Maybe it was trying to keep it under control for my dd. Another blessing, was the presence of mind (AKA a message from the Spirit) to call my DH. Not really knowing what I might be getting myself into once we got to where this family gathering that ran amuk was being held, I had to make sure my dd and I had protection, and help if necessary.
Another blessing; when we arrived the local authorities were there and my ds was up/walking around, bleeding stopped. Relief! (I could only imagine the scene I might encounter). He was out in a rural area, emergency services were far away, he was not with people of faith, and so anything could have happened in that environment. It wasn't pretty. I could tell he had a broken nose, but his face was in tact. More relief, and gratitude.
It took some time to convince him to come with me to get it looked at. There was an ambulence on the way -- we waited for that, but determined we could pass on those bills and take him ourselves as he was mobile enough.
Now a couple days later, as we deal with the medical issues and pain from the trauma, I am wondering what I can do to teach and assist this young, sometimes cavalier and impulsive spirit to learn to make better choices. To learn to seek out peace in his life and choose peaceable company to keep.
I am grateful for answered prayers, mostly those offered by my little dd while I was on the phone and trying to drive up and down hilly country roads to get to my injured son. I am grateful that issues didn't escalate and damage was minimal, under the circumstancs. I am grateful that peace and calmness came to me at a very unpeaceful time. Mosly, I am grateful for the knowledge that I know this place is a temporary home and should I loose someone precious to me I have the knowledge that their spirit would go home to a place of peace and to Father in Heaven. I am grateful, that this time, this trial, did not require that or require too much suffering. (I'm just not so sure we are out of the woods with this ds.)
