“Jeff, did you get a chance to look at the car window yet?” I asked, it was after five o’clock in the evening.

“No, not yet, let me run and look at it real quick.”

The car window stopped going up and down on Thursday and it was Sunday afternoon. The main problem was that every time you went over a bump it would fall back in the door, which is fine as long as you are at the land or home. If you are in town, I couldn’t pull it back up and make it stay.

Five-thirty came and Jeff was still working with the window. The mosquitos are out and about now and it will be dark in about half an hour.

“How much longer do you think it will be before you get it done?”

“Well, it looks like it is going to take longer than I thought; do you want me to take you home on the motorcycle?”

“That would probably be the best thing to do, so I can bathe the kids and feed them supper.”

Well, after I got the children tucked in bed (around 7:30pm), I called Jeff to see how things were going. He said that he was going to be at least another couple of hours. I offered up a short prayer asking for God to give him wisdom and help him be able to get it fixed, if it was His will.

I called him again at 9:00pm and he was still working on it.

The next morning I looked at Jeff’s eye and noticed that it was all bloody around it.

“What did you do to your eye?”

“Well, I hurt it he said.”

Keila told me what happened.

She said, “He was working with his head right next to the door of the car. He couldn’t even put the head lamp on because he couldn’t get his head close enough if he did, so he was fighting with the light, the window and the cable trying to get it all to work”. Keila offered to hold the light for him. As he was straining with all his might pushing a screw driver from inside the car door it slipped and went right into his eye.

He fell to the ground with both his hands over his face. Keila asked him if he was alright, but he didn’t answer, she tried to get him to go to Laura and Perry’s house to get it cleaned up so they could see what happened. He refused to go and said he would be alright. When he moved his hands they were all covered in blood.

Keila said, “I started to freak out,” but he insisted that he was alright, and could see out of his eye.

As I looked at his eye I could see that the screwdriver should have gone right into his eye, but instead there was only a good bruise and scratch on his eyelid.

Keila said that he was pushing with all his might; you could see the veins on his neck as he pushed.

I am so thankful for our guardian angels who are watching over us night and day. I know that God had an Angel hand that intervened to save Jeff’s eye. If he had lost his eye he would never have been able to fly again.

“The angel of the Lord encamped round about them that fear him, and delivers them.” Psalm 34:7

Thank God for His watching care over those who put their trust in him.

From the frontlines,

Fawna