Friday my husband, the Music Man, had the day off so we did what every family does when the daddy is home….we headed to the local music shop.
Upon entering the music shop, our youngest daughter, produced from her pocket a peppermint which the Music Man unwrapped for her. Happily she slipped away among the electric guitars with the strict order to NOT TOUCH ANYTHING!!!!
I took my place in a wooden chair in the acoustic instrument section while the Music Man tried out various instruments and the daughters asked if the pink violin would sound better than their plain, old, brown ones at home…
No, it would not. (Imagine my eyes getting larger) And at that price it certainly would not!
And just a quick side note and so that I don’t forget what it was called, this music store had a Martin Tiple which when the Music Man began to strum it was quickly music to my ears…because it sounded just like the instrument that Kermit the Frog played.
Confession: I have loved Miss Piggy since I can remember…
Maybe the Music Man would like to have the Martin Tiple instead of the Martin HD28…
It would be cheaper!
And he could play it for MOI…
Anyway, back to the music store…I sat listening to the different instruments being tried out by various family members when the littlest lady came up to me and said, I swallowed my peppermint. I can feel it right here in my throat.
I asked how large the peppermint was when she swallowed it to which she responded with her fingers in the shape of a quarter. A large quarter.
Here is where I should tell you that if that was your child that had just swallowed a peppermint (almost) whole, I would assure you that it would dissolve in her throat, but this was MY CHILD!!! And so I ran out to our car and grabbed my water cup con straw and made the littlest lady drink all the fluid as quickly as she could. That would help dissolve the peppermint, right?!?
I will also confess that in my mind I was going over the Hiemlich maneuver and CPR training I received in high school….just a few years ago…
Ten minutes and two more guitar trials later, the littlest lady informed me that she could feel her throat again and I was able to breathe normally once again.
As we were driving home, I thought to myself how the Lord keeps carrying me day to day. Whether it is a peppermint stuck in the throat or unemployment (we’ve been there, too) or the loss of a loved one, the Lord carries me. And now I let Him carry me more than I ever have in life.
For far too long, I have “trusted” the Lord, but done as much as I could on my own. As I processed my earthly loss of Daniel, I realized how much I did not truly trust the Lord. I also realized that I could not do life on my own as I had thought I could before Daniel.
And I am so thankful that the Lord revealed to me not only that I needed Him, but that I could trust Him to carry me. I did not need to do everything myself, but could trust the Lord wholeheartedly.
I hope that wherever you are in life, you know that the Lord wants to be a part of wherever you are. Whether you are on a mountaintop or in a valley, the Lord wants to carry you.
“The Lord is the strength of his people,
a fortress of salvation for his anointed one.
Save your people and bless your inheritance;
be their shepherd and carry them forever.”