I had been out doing yard work, leaving my phone inside because I knew I would not be able to hear it over the sound of the mower. When I came in, it was just before 6:00 p.m. I noticed that my friend, Kristi, had left me a message almost an hour and a half earlier. She wasn't panicked, but there was a tone in her voice that made my heart start pounding.... “There's been a car accident...I'll update you when I know more.” She explained quickly that her son, Nick, had gone hunting earlier that morning just outside of a town about an hour and a half away. He had gone with our mutual friend's (Treva) husband Jeff, and Treva and Jeff's boys, Zach and Arie. They had been on their way home when the accident happened. Kristi knew that Nick, Zach, and Arie had sustained non-life-threatening injuries and were being transported to the hospital. She did not know how Jeff was other than he had sustained more substantial injuries than the others. Kristi ended her 4:30 p.m. message with “please pray.”
In the hour and a half between when Kristi left the message and when I listened to it, she and her husband, Lenny, had traveled the hour and a half to the hospital where the three boys had been taken. Our friend, Treva, had been notified about the accident and had also just arrived at the hospital. During their drive over to the hospital, it was unclear which hospital Jeff had been taken to. It was known that a medical helicopter had arrived at the scene making the hospital search a bit larger than just local, but his name was not recognized by hospital staff even as far as five hours away. As Treva walked into the hospital, she would learn that the Lord was entrusting her with one of the biggest responsibilities given this side of heaven - a responsibility that defies all human logic and reason. A responsibility that would include a great deal of heartache, a great deal of courage, but most of all a great deal of faith.
Nick, Arie, and Zach were discharged from the hospital several hours after arriving with staples on a head wound, a broken heel, a broken finger, and a moderate amount of cuts and scrapes....all of which would heal up relatively quickly. They were also discharged with, again, one of the biggest responsibilities given this side of heaven- a responsibility that defies all human logic and reason. A responsibility God entrusted them to walk with throughout their life that would require much endurance in their faith.
Even though Kristi said she would update me when she knew more, I couldn't help but call her right back after receiving her message. When we hung up, I immediately walked out our front door, where Matt and Eli were sitting talking, and told them about Kristi's call. The three of us gathered into a small huddle, and, through tears, prayed for the situation. I could also feel God pressing on my heart that we needed to go be with Kristi's and Treva's families.
At 3:55 p.m., March 10, 2017, as the car went off the road, Jeff went home to be with our Lord and Savior. He was given the ultimate earthly victory....he was ushered into Heaven.
Matt, Eli, and I arrived around 9:30 p.m. After the boys had been discharged from the hospital, everyone had gathered at the house of one of Jeff's best friend's, who lives in the same town as the hospital. When I walked into the house, the presence of Jesus was so real you could feel it with each breath you took. You have an enormous amount of grief and then an enormous amount of Jesus. I'm not talking about an enormous amount of 'talking' about Jesus. I'm talking about an enormous amount of the presence of Jesus. The combination is heartbreakingly soothing. A peace that passes all understanding alongside an anguish that is indescribable. One part of you wants to fall to your knees and worship while absorbing His very real presence, while the human side of you wants to shake a fist in anger and shout 'WHY, LORD...WHY!'
How could a 'loving' God allow 2 precious boys (Arie is 15 and Zach is 12) to witness the heavenly homecoming of their father in such a tragic way?
How could a 'loving' God allow that last precious boy in the car (Nick is 17) to be involved in something so horrific?
How could a 'loving' God take the life of a man who was productive in society, a good father and husband, an elder at church, an active youth group leader?
It's these situations that make the non-Christian shake their head and feel sorry for us brain washed souls who believe in such nonsense as God.
It's also these situations that make some of us Christians get the faith speed wobbles. We get bitter and angry and full of self-pity thinking, “I've served you well, Lord, and you repay me with this?!” We can allow our hearts to become passive aggressive towards the Lord. Still smiling and proclaiming His name outwardly through our pain while our hearts inwardly curse Him. Holding him at arm’s length in an effort to punish Him for not playing what we deem is fair.
So, what do we do then when we feel like God's not playing fair? Where do we turn and how do we slow our hearts down enough to turn the speed wobbles into a faith victory and not a crash and burn....
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| From Treva's Instagram |
For those of you who have not already, I would like you to meet Treva and her family. A local Christian Radio/TV station put this video together.






