God was watching out for us: Friday. I had just finished helping some friends with what was, I believe, one of the smoothest chicken killings we’ve done yet. We ruthlessly slaughtered one hundred twenty-five birds in a little over three hours. Basically what we did was: load up six prison crates into the back of our high tech super spy Mule; speed across the pasture in the afore mentioned vehicle; gather the prisoners that we selected for interrogation from their grass-fed low-ceilinged prisons, and load them into the crates; drive them to the nearby slaughterhouse; and then, one by one, we would kill them off, scald them, de-feather them, cut off their feet, and gut them, in front of the others, till they told. Oh, they told all right. But since none of us were bilingual, and knew we nothing of the chicken’s native speech, they all died just the same.

Now, it was afterwards that we got a call informing us that my parents had taken Josiah to a children’s hospital in Memphis. Those of you who have been through like situations can understand how much shock and worry we underwent. But God was watching out for us. Before the mealtime, it was fervently prayed that God would look out for our little brother; but more importantly, that’s God’s will would be done in his life.

Josiah had been developing an infection in his right eye for a few days then. He had been taken to the doctor a few times, and was thought to be doing better, till Friday morning, when we awoke to find in a most pitiable state. Naturally, he was taken to the doctor. Semi-naturally, he was then sent on to the hospital. Unnaturally, to the one in Memphis.

Naturally, when we heard about all this, we rushed home. I was still worried about Josiah, but I consoled myself by saying that this was most likely just some doctor’s whim; Josiah would be alright.

After several hours, we got a call from Memphis. Bad news. “Josiah might be up here for a few days.” daddy was coming home, and Mommy and Ellen, I believe, were planning on staying for a few days. If what we underwent before was worry, I’ve no idea what to label what we felt then. I think we all must have just stopped and prayed for Josiah; I know I did. It’s really in times like those when you just have to trust in God’s grace. It’s also times like those that are some of the greatest blessings spiritually.

Several hours went by. Fortunately, it was Friday night, and we could just stay up reading and watching movies till we heard something. It was around twelve that we got the third call: they were all coming home, including Josiah. Oh! Amazing Grace! Words cannot describe the relief we felt.

samuel rutherford said: Let Him make anything out of me, so being He be glorified in my salvation: for I know I am made for Him.

and: I find that wants qualify us for Christ.


  1. #1 by Katie on July 26, 2008 - 8:35 pm

    We’ve been really praying for Josiah… I’m so glad he’s home.

  2. #2 by Hannah on August 4, 2008 - 11:12 am

    How is Josiah doing now?

  3. #3 by ellie16 on August 5, 2008 - 9:47 am


  4. #4 by Hannah on August 6, 2008 - 2:37 pm


  5. #5 by virgie-cake on August 9, 2008 - 11:44 am

    ok first of all, i’m brandons cousin. second, i don’t capitalize anything and third the first paragraph of this particular post is freaking hilarious.
    good day.

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