I turned 70 a month ago and ever since that celebration, I have found myself praying more than ever. Probably because there are so many bad things that have happened in my life since then.
The first thing that happened was that the Foreman for my company, who is a very physically fit young man, had a heart attack. A very serious widow-maker heart attack that nearly took the life of someone who isn’t just an employee, he’s a close personal friend. Second was that my wife caught a cold, that turned into pneumonia, which then settled in her one bad lung, making it extremely hard for her to breathe. Which then resulted in seven doctor and/or hospital emergency room visits within a 3 week period scaring the hell out of both of us. Third was that at the same time as those things were happening, I had cataract surgery. Cataract eye surgery usually goes well, but my right eye did not respond properly and stayed swollen and inflamed for more than 10 days making it difficult for me to drive, let alone do the work of two people, and more importantly making it hard for me to take care of my wife.
At one point, in the early morning hours just before dawn, I found myself driving north on the 405 freeway heading for a pole inspection project in Cypress. The sun was starting to peek out over the top of the mountains, and as is my usual custom, I began to pray as I drove. Hands clasped at the top of my steering wheel, head spinning as I thought about all the things I wanted to ask God to help me with. When all of a sudden the tears started. I’m still not sure why, but I think the stress was just more than I could take. I wanted to ask God to take away all my worry, all the pain, all the stress, and heal my wife, my friend, and myself. But the words never came out.
Instead, as the sun hit my windshield and reflected off of the wedding ring on my clasped fingers, I began to reflect on the entirety of my life. I have a beautiful, loving, and amazing wife. Four accomplished adult children that I am so proud of. Seven grandchildren that bring me great joy. A business that is steadily growing with customers and vendors that are as passionate about doing a good job as I am. And a Cross that I helped install, on the top of Battle Mountain in San Diego, that will forever remind me that there is nothing that can’t be done if your faith is strong enough.
My prayer changed. Instead of asking for God’s help, I decided to thank God for all the awesome blessings he has bestowed upon this humble steward, who fails more than he succeeds, but whose faith will never fail. My prayer was simple. “Dear Lord, may the actions of my life… forever reflect my love for you.”
God is in
the hearts of all, and they that seek shall surely find Him when they need Him
most.
~ Louisa May Alcott