Archive for June, 2017

All Is Well That Ends Well

Our flatbed delivery truck sprung a water leak when out on the road this week. Gene wanted me to go with him in the rollback truck to retrieve it as he knew that it was going to be too big of a challenge to load all by himself.  The important piece of information in this story is that the emergency brake on the flatbed does not work.

We drove to where the truck was parked and Gene backed the rollback into place. My job was to put blocks behind the back tires of the flatbed as he drove it up on the rollback. I had to be very careful and not get behind the truck or get myself into a dangerous position…just in case the truck rolled backwards. The truck did not have enough power to drive up the steep slope of the rollback, it would only go about half way. Gene had me securely block the back tires while he mashed the brake.  After the tires was blocked,  he got out of the flatbed and careful hooked the wrench on the rollback to the under girth of the flatbed. As he wrenched the flatbed forward, I had to keep moving the blocks forward, keeping them tightly tucked behind the back wheels. Finally, we got the flatbed up on the rollback. I breathed a sigh of relief as he raised the bed of the rollback and moved it forward into transport mode.

That was when I suddenly noticed a very distressful situation. The front tire of the flatbed on the passenger side was off the side of the rollback with maybe a skimpy inch of rubber still on the rollback. This was NOT good. We now had a dire predicament. I was sure we needed to call a wrecker to safely pull the truck over a few inches.  I could see no way we could back that truck up and keep the  flatbed from flipping off the truck over onto the pavement.

After a little thought and evaluation, Gene very, very carefully unwrenched the flatbed letting it roll backwards inch by inch, carefully adjusting the steering wheel and me again moving the blocks, this time backwards all the while saying, “Lord, help us” over and over again.  Once it was unloaded, we had to go through the loading process again.  I DECIDED I DID NOT LIKE BEING A WRECKER ASSISTANT as it is too hard on the nerves!  After it was loaded on the rollback and the bed brought up into level position, I was given my second job. I had to sit in the cab of the flatbed-way up high in the sky in a truck on top of a truck-and steer it! This simple feat was accomplished by watching Gene’s upraised finger twitch in one direction and then another.  I could not see the sides of the rollback bed as he wrenched the truck with me sitting in it forward!!! This has a way of making ones heart beat twice as fast as normal. Once into position, I had to keep my foot mashed on the brake until he had the truck securely strapped into place. Believe me, I obeyed, and there is a dent in the floor board where the pedal meets the floor!

I rather enjoyed the ride home. When riding in the cab of the rollback, you are sitting up higher than most of the other vehicles on the road and it feels like you are king of the road with a big load and a good view.

Now my friend, this picture shows the spacing of the tire when the truck is loaded properly.

The Lord did help us and I was so grateful when the truck was safely and properly loaded and we were home.

All is well that ended well.

 

Emily’s Graduation and Party

Our oldest granddaughter, Emily, has received her high school diploma!  This is a huge life achievement that signifies the beginning of “adulthood”! I am posting some pictures to honor her graduation last Saturday and the party this weekend. Just beware, being a proud grandma I have 164 pictures I could post between her Uncle Obe and myself, but I will attempt to limit myself!

Emily plans to attend community college this fall and then she has her eyes set on several options for college. At this point, she wants to major in social work, especially in the area of adoptions.

Graduation Day

Her proud papa!

Awaiting the magical moment

Keith, Alivia, Emily, Lauren and Noah

 Grandparents with the happy grad

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Graduation Party

A behind the scenes peak at the fun getting ready for the party.

The girls had great fun working together.

  Cleaning chairs

 

 Grandpa Hertzler’s old truck. He would be proud!

 

 

 

 

Sometimes the best thing is to sit and watch!

Food-ready!

Slushy machine-ready!

Picture board-ready!

Seating-ready!

Decorations-ready!

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Let the celebration begin…

The star of the party!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Does Jesus Care?

Saturday, our county mourned the senseless killing of one of our police officers.  On Sunday, I attended a memorial service of a friend who died suddenly from an illness and on the way home received news of a tragic car accident killing a twenty year old of an acquaintance and son of a local business owner on his way home from church and injuring his brother.  Add to that the news of horrible tragedies around the world of senseless, hate-filled terror attacks. This is just one weekend in my small sphere of planet earth!

It makes me stop and think about the brevity and uncertainty of life. None of us are immune from hardships, trials, sickness, injury, death, grief, sadness, despair, injustice, depression, or tragedy. In fact, we are guaranteed to suffer because of them. We do not have the promise of tomorrow or even the next minute but we do have the promise of eternity with Jesus if we have prepared ourselves and serve him as Lord of our lives. Christians know about the love and compassion of a Heavenly Father who cares.

I reflected on the beloved old hymn, “Does Jesus Care?” penned by Frank E. Graeff in 1901. Hymntime.com records….”Graeff went through some very difficult trials. The period before writing this song was one of great despondency, doubt and physical pain. When he turned to God’s Word, I Peter 5:7 gave wonderful comfort: “He cares for you.” After meditating on that truth, Graeff wrote these lyrics with the resounding affirmation in the chorus, ‘O yes, He cares.'”

There is something about difficult times that makes us acutely aware of an ache in our hearts for God. Somehow, deep in our spirits we know that God is the only answer and we reach out for His help, protect and care.  God cares. He cares for me and He cares for you.

Does Jesus care when my heart is pained
Too deeply for mirth or song, As the burdens press,
And the cares distress, And the way grows weary and long?

Refrain: O yes, He cares, I know He cares,
His heart is touched with my grief;
When the days are weary,
The long night dreary,
I know my Savior cares.

 Does Jesus care when my way is dark
With a nameless dread and fear? 
As the daylight fades Into deep night shades,
Does He care enough to be near?

 Does Jesus care when I’ve tried and failed
To resist some temptation strong;
 When for my deep grief
There is no relief, Though my tears flow all the night long?

Does Jesus care when I’ve said “goodbye”
To the dearest on earth to me,  And my sad heart aches
Till it nearly breaks, Is it aught to Him? Does He see?

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