Pretty Amazing
Easter is not just about the Sunday that it happens to fall on in either the month of March or April. What it is about is a very private soul searching experience within the depths of each of our beings. It is quite amazing the peace that passes all understanding that comes about with Jesus arising from His grave. That’s all I have to say about that.
Today we would have been in Eden Prairie at daughter Carrie’s home had it not been for the flu bug that hit their home during the night. Dennis and I were dressed when the phone call came. All prettied up and no place to go. Actually . . . we did need to head out to Mankato. My right arm remains quite weak from the weeks of shingles on the arm. I knew that we would be going through Mankato on our way to Carrie’s, and how great in having a cherry pie pre-ordered for the Easter Sunday dinner from Baker’s Square without me overdoing the arm.
As I came out of Baker’s Square with the pie, I noticed someone was at our car, visiting with Dennis down the way in the parking lot. The individual looked a bit downtrodden and worn. As I got closer I finally could recognize it was my son, Kevin. Oh my gosh. Kevin and Kersten were in Mankato to return a rented trencher. Their weekend had been spent trenching in electricity to their residential garage. Any job always involves more than is apparent from the onset. The Saturday morning that started at 6:30 in the a.m. for them didn’t get finished until dusk was setting in. Of course, I am a mother, the downtrodden and worn was quickly replaced in my mind’s database as someone who had had a full day of hard labor.
Kevin and Kersten had stopped at Walmart to pick up a few items before returning to Fairfax. Kevin had waited in the truck for Kersten to complete her shopping. Kersten came out as Kevin was taking note of a lady with white hair and a red shirt walking the Baker’s Square parking lot into the store. Kersten took note of the car the white haired lady came out of. Talk about happenstance.
I put the pie in the car and the four of us had Easter dinner together in Baker’s Square. An amazing thing is that is was the not first of such happenstances with Kevin. Dennis and I were traveling on Highway 4 with Kevin and Kersten going in the opposite direction. We each had taken note of the other’s vehicle; we pulled over, while they backed up and we visited by the side of the road. Last year I had been to Dassel, Minnesota, which is 89 miles north east of here to attend a family event. On the way home I took side roads to see the countryside and also drive past a building site that Orlin and I had made home for our family in the 1970s. As I approached the building sight from the east, Kevin and Kersten were approaching from the opposite direction heading to Hutchinson. Of course; back up, pull over and visit. Happenstance . . . amazing.
This Sunday did not happen as planned . . . or did it?