Do not live your life in worry and strife. Learn to Trust. Here is a true story of Courage and Faith from rural Australia.
Farm husbands in those days worked away wherever they could find employment. Gone for a week or more; up to a month working away from home. Mothers were left on the farm with their many children.
This day grandmother took the horse and sulky to the next town 45 miles away for supplies, the older children left at home minding the younger children. There were nine of them.
Dark came early that day with lots of rain and bad weather. Torrents of water everywhere. Grandmother made it home to the edge of the creek, she could not see ahead, she could not see how much water was flooding across the road; she could hear the water but could not see it, she could not guess how deep it was, whether it was safe to cross. Grandmother did not want to be washed downstream in the rapidly rising flash floodwaters.
What to do? It was dark, she had been gone all day, she needed to get home.
Waiting with the horse and sulky at the edge of the creek listening to the floodwaters gushing past Grandmother didn't know what decision to make. She decided she had to trust, she had to put her faith in something beyond herself.
She asked our Father in Heaven for help to get home. She didn't know what to ask for precisely. She just trusted.
Farm husbands in those days worked away wherever they could find employment. Gone for a week or more; up to a month working away from home. Mothers were left on the farm with their many children.
This day grandmother took the horse and sulky to the next town 45 miles away for supplies, the older children left at home minding the younger children. There were nine of them.
Dark came early that day with lots of rain and bad weather. Torrents of water everywhere. Grandmother made it home to the edge of the creek, she could not see ahead, she could not see how much water was flooding across the road; she could hear the water but could not see it, she could not guess how deep it was, whether it was safe to cross. Grandmother did not want to be washed downstream in the rapidly rising flash floodwaters.
What to do? It was dark, she had been gone all day, she needed to get home.
Waiting with the horse and sulky at the edge of the creek listening to the floodwaters gushing past Grandmother didn't know what decision to make. She decided she had to trust, she had to put her faith in something beyond herself.
She asked our Father in Heaven for help to get home. She didn't know what to ask for precisely. She just trusted.
Suddenly the lightning flashed. The horse entered the floodwater. Great flashes of light sparkled across the sky and lit the countryside. The horse pushed deeper into the creek. Grandmother didn't have a choice. It was too late to turn back.
And that was the miracle. That was the answer to her prayer. The lightning did not stop flashing until she was safely on the opposite side of the creek. The whole event floodlit by magnificent nature.
What made the horse enter the water at exactly the same moment as the sky lit up? It was The Hand and it's perfect timing. A miracle in action.
Once across the floodwater Grandmother told us the "dear little horse" trotted on home in the dark, without fear of the violent lightning strikes crashing all about, and she was delivered safely to her waiting children.
The moral of this true story is to just Trust and let go. Magic is always at work when you give your life to the Heavenly Father.
- Suzanne Nagel NSW
