Before I begin my story, I want to remind you of the sight our family witnessed at the farm on the day my Dad was buried. All of us kids loaded up and rode out there after the funeral because, other than church, that is where we feel closest to Dad. As we all sat in silence on the front porch of the little cabin we had enjoyed together so many times with him, we witnessed one of the most beautiful, unusual sunsets any of us had ever experienced in all our years being there. It was as if God was showing us that Dad was with Him and knew all things perfectly now, and that it had been worth all of the suffering it took to arrive.
Most of you are aware of the significance of the trip to Colorado as told in my previous writing. It was made in honor of a promise to Dad as well as being a time to get away and reflect upon the one year anniversary of his going home to be with the Lord. As with many good things in life, numerous challenges came up that caused us to question whether we were meant to take this trip. Wildfires ran rampant, I had to have unexpected surgery the week before the trip, Melody's grandbaby was due any moment, it was forecasted to rain all week in Estes Park...let's just say we had begun wondering if somebody was trying to tell us something.
We all talked and prayed about it, and we decided to forge ahead. I had my surgery, but the doctor said I could take the trip as long as we waited a full week, and as long as I got out and walked along the way. The day Charlie and I left it rained so hard we could hardly see the road in front of us. We debated on turning around and waiting until the next day when everyone else was planning to leave. Being the picture taking fool I am, I texted everyone a picture of the blinding rain we were driving through. Within a mile, the sun came out! I texted again asking, "Okay who prayed?"
However the story does not stop here...it gets better. The second day we were in Colorado Springs Charlie and I decided to visit the Garden of the Gods. For those of you who have never been, it is a fascinating area of different geological formations. The park is popular for hiking, mountain biking, horseback riding, etc., and it is an absolutey beautiful display of God's creativity and appreciation of beauty. It covers approximately 3,300 acres of numerous marked trails and sites to see. One could easily get lost by straying from the marked roads and paths.
As Charlie was getting out of the car at one of the sites, he had grabbed his iPhone to take a picture of some of the formations to share with family and friends. We continued on walking through different trails and watching two rock climbers repelling down one of the taller formations. After about an hour, we decided to return to the car and drive through more of the park. As we reached the car I asked Charlie if he had his phone. He felt around his pockets and said no, he thought he had left it in the car. I reminded him he had been taking pictures as we walked toward the trail, so I knew he had it with him when we began the hike.
Feeling a little panicked we began searching the car but with no luck. I decided to call Charlie's phone to see if possibly he had dropped it near the car and we would hear it. It rang several times with no luck, and just as I was about to hang up, a voice on the other end said, "Charlie?" I explained that I was Charlie's wife, and he said, "Ah, Cindy." Puzzled, but not really questioning it, I then handed Charlie the phone. As the conversation continued I could visibly see the tension melting from his face. I heard him tell the gentleman that we were still in the park, and he attempted to describe where we were. He hung up the phone with a huge smile on his face telling me to hurry, we had to meet this man and his wife back at one of the rest stations to get his phone. Remembering there were two pavillions exactly alike at this particular area, I waited at one and he proceeded down the path to wait at the other farthest pavillion. We had exchanged descriptons of what we were wearing so we could recognize each other once they arrived.
After what seemed like an eternity I became a little anxious. Having watched too many movies I tend to imagine the worst scenario in situations like this. I imagined Charlie being knocked in the head and robbed with me being kidnapped as the next part of the evil plan. Eventually I saw Charlie walking slowly up the hill in my direction with a serious look on his face. It was not a look of concern or worry, but a look of reverence. He looked as though he had experienced something very difficult to describe.
Charlie went on to explain that he had told the man a little about our trip as well as the reason behind it all. He told the man how difficult it was to find people who lived by honest beliefs and values. He revealed that Dad had been a minister and told how Dad always lived by his beliefs and treated others as he would want to be treated. The gentleman then turned to Charlie, smiled, and said, "You know that's funny, I too am a mininster." It turns out that he and his wife jog in the park every day, and he just happened to notice Charlie's phone sitting on a rock where we had stopped to have our picture taken.
Not long after finding the phone it rang, and the minister answered. It turned out to be John, a friend who works at the City of Pasadena with Charlie. He had asked John where we were from and if he knew how to get in touch with us. John had told him to scroll down and find Cindy or Rachel - that Cindy was his wife, Rachel was his daughter, and we were both on the trip with Charlie. The picture then became clear as to how he knew my name. As soon as he hung up with John, I had called, he answered, and we were able to meet up to get Charlie's phone.
Now to you these events may seem nothing more than mere conicidence. To me, the fact that anyone would find the phone was incredible enough. To think that it was found by a person who was interested in attempting to return it was even more incredible. The fact that it was a fellow minister who found and returned the phone was to me nothing short of a miracle.
Before Charlie could get much further information from the gentleman, he handed Charlie the phone, with these parting words, "I am blessed...and you know we are blessed in order to bless others. Be blessed, bless others, and enjoy your trip." Then he and his wife turned and jogged out of sight. Thank You, Lord, for your angels in disguise.
|Note the "cross" in the upper right-hand corner of this picture. I think|
it must have been a portion of the window frame, but I noticed it the other
day. To me it looks like a cross surrounded by a teardrop.