My first hunting outing with my dad, was dove hunting.
|Print from my dad-reminded him of my brother, him and me.|
we were walking through the high grass I got stung on my stomach (actually “tummy” – if you’re under six it’s a tummy) by a couple of hornets.
|Dad’s Belgium made Browning 12 Citori…and hand biter.|
We got out, and had to climb over a barb wire fence. He lifted me over first, then he began to climb over. He was holding his Browning 12. He had it open for safety. But as he climbed over, it got hung up, and closed on the skin between his thumb and hand.
It cut through the skin, began bleeding quite a bit. He picked me back up, took me back to his mom’s house where he soaked his hand in kerosene (country antiseptic).
Stung multiple times.
Dad’s hand hurt and bleeding.
Great day gone bad.
I never felt afraid.
I hurt. A lot! I was upset. A lot! I cried. A bit.
But was never concerned about my ultimate safety.
Never worried I’d survive.
I knew, that at the end of the day-I knew…everything would be OK.
And! And! And!….get this: I was absolutely certain I would make it home. Because my dad would carry me there.
God is sovereign.
He’s in absolute control – and He will take care of you. You might hurt sometime. You might be upset. But just like me as a little kid:
The earth is the Lord’s, and everything in it. The world and all its people belong to Him. Psalm 24:1 NLT