The Winds of Wichita

 

   As I have already said, we are in Wichita right now for Reed's Cessna school. Being here has been an opportunity to rest from our normal home responsibilities, and the abnormal one we would be having right now cleaning up linseed oil from the can that spontaneously exploded in our storage room yesterday. Will is taking care of that. Britten is taking care of the dogs in the middle of the day, since our dogsitter started a day job in Whitefish. Britten and Will may not put their love in writing like Tracy did, but they express it in continual acts of service, not just to us, but to others. So, if I haven't understood God's plan of having us in Wichita up until now, I certainly don't now that there is a minor catastrophe, and possible fire risk, in our basement. But if we could trust God sovereignty in taking Tracy home, we can trust Him with having us away from home right now.

 

 

 

The Winds of Wichita

 

The winds of Wichita will not

blow sorrow away.

 

One year ago, Tracy traded

Helena for heaven. And,

in the sovereign plan of God,

we have left our Montana home

for the windy plains of Wichita.

 

With no mountain protection,

flatland like this is subject to

the whims of the prevailing winds. 

Whether it blows warm or cold

is not within the land's control.

 

Lord, why have you sent us here

so far from family and friends?

No cover of familiar comforts

to shelter us from bitter blasts

of mournful memories.

 

Still, I cannot help but lean

into the tempest of your will.

Too many years of good to doubt

Him, who sent us here to face

this long dreaded day, but

 the winds of Wichita will not

blow sorrow away.