Visitors

Visitors

• My family was sitting around in the home I grew up in.
• It was a house located on some property on the outskirts of a tiny town, and had no outside traffic that ever passed by.
• We were picking at some brownies and reading through a list of grief reactions. 
• We had lost our dad about a week ago,  
• As we identified where we were, we were surprised by a set of headlights appearing out the window. 
• I, ran into the bathroom to do my hair for the first time that day. 
• As I exited the bathroom I called out to my mom “who's here?” 
• Mom replied, “I don't know I can't find my shoes.” 
• Meanwhile, Kent was also exclaiming his concern about mom's shoes. 
• I quickly joined the search.
• Three prime locations later, 
• I found my brother peering under the coffee table,
•  He was wearing only one shoe. 
• Our family was experiencing an all out shoe shortage
• Mom having solved her own shoe problems headed out the door. 
• At this point our family was clocking many different feelings: 

Me: "Why aren't the guests coming to the door?" 

Kent: 'Mom, don't go out there by yourself!' 

Mom: Determinedly ignoring Kent “Hello?”

• I joined mom on the porch. As we deciphered which one of our friends was coming by to visit, or comfort us.
• The engine of the car was running, the head lights on full blast, and the windows were tinted. 
• We peered at the mysterious vehicle from the porch.
• It was our own car. 
• It had been remotely turned on from one of the keys in the house. 
• Kent joined us, a moment later, 
• sporting two different shoes. 
• After which, laughing as hard as humanly possible we all piled in and drove it the short distance to the garage. 
• It all goes to show you that in the midst of loss, God can still give you things to laugh over.