One Big Prayer,This Windmill,and A Dog Named Slick


The mills of the gods grind slowly, a wise greek once said, but God can turn things around quickly when a miracle is required.  Sometimes God's timing in our lives can seem like a slow moving train holding up traffic. It is never going to make a way for us to get through, but it does ,eventually, if we wait patiently.  Then ,there are those other times, when things happen fast, your heart skips a beat, and God moves quick as wind to make a way. This story is one of those kind of times.

I was about 11 years old with scragly hair and awkward limbs running around outside at my babysitter's house.  She was the wife of a true blue farmer.  They had everything a farm would be expected to have right down to the cow's milk, and overalls.  They were an older couple.  His name was Albert, and he spoke like no one I had ever known before.  Sometimes it was hard to understand him, but you always knew when he came in the door, cause he smelled just like cow manure.  For some reason I do not understand I called his wife Mrs. Schertz.  Her name was Odessa, but I never used it.  I just kept it formal, and that was what we were all used to.  They had never had any kids of their own, and keeping me had been a blessing for them as well as for me. You see my mom had passed away 2 years before, and Dad was having a hard time figuring out what to do with me when he was at work.  I guess I was an eccentric child right down to my polyester pants that rode at least 3 inches too high.  Kids would say I was ready for a flood, and I guess mentally in ways I was.  On this particular day,there was nothing that stood out, except maybe that it was exceptionally windy, and hot.  It was like sticking your head into a cake baking oven to see if its cooked.  It took your breath away at times.  Mrs. Schertz had a dog named slick that was kept on a chain and leash at the corner of the back yard.  He was an inexpensive, and effective alarm system they used to protect the house and property from strangers. He was a vicious thing, that barked and growled whenever he saw anyone including me.  I had never been closer to him than about 10 feet.  His chained leash kept him from me, and my strong fear kept me from him.  I had passed through the gate at the back of the yard to go to the farm area to bug the roosters, and just run around and find something to do.  I had frolicked about halfway to the barn when I heard a clang, and turned around to see ol'e slick stand at the open gate.  For a moment I was immobile, not so much frozen with fear, but in awe that he got loose.  The chain was still connected to him, but the chain had come loose from its connection at the fence.  Once I had processed in my mind what I had actually seen, my body decided to follow quickly behind.  I immediately ran to the barn, and closed all the openings. I yelled for Mrs. Schertz to find me, but she was in the house cleaning up the kitchen from lunch.  The longer I waited, the more frantic I felt, and soon I began to pray like I had never prayed before.  I asked God to save me from danger, and please open up Mrs. Schertz's ears so she would hear my cry in the barn. I prayed the biggest prayer I had ever uttered from my chapped lips. I prayed,and prayed, and prayed. When she finally called to me from outside the barn, it seemed as if it had been waiting for hours, but in reality, it had only been about half an hour.  "Girl what are ya doing locked up in hear?" she said, wiping her apron with the dirt and hay from her hands opening up the barn.  "Did you see slick? It was him, he got loose!" I said with fear chained to my throat. She looked at me with a grin that almost said more than her words, as she pointed in the dirrection of the windmill.  "Girl he might a gotten loose over yonder, but he sure ain't loose over there at that windmill!" I couldn't believe my eyes, as I rubbed them trying to dry up the tears.  There he sure was, right there trapped at the windmill.  His chain had gotten caught up at the pipes at the bottom.  At that very moment, in the midst of my own sigh of relief and hysteria, I knew I had seen it for sure.  Not slick all caught up in his own chain at the mill, but God.  I had seen what God can do. I had witnessed a miracle right there at the windmill, and ol'e slick's chain.

Also linking with Imperfect Prose with lovely Emily.

Comments

  1. excellent story- I could see and hear it.

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  2. Wonderful story, Carrie. You've been missed!

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  3. whew this is a very real fear i felt...i once was chased up a tree by a dobberman and had to wait hours for somoene to come along...i love the wisdom and belief in your words though...great truth...

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  4. Thank you Kathe...it is a true one. :-)

    I have missed you to Tess, and all the prompts! :-(

    I can understand Brian....that kind of fear sticks with your memories for sure.

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  5. Hello Carrie.
    I love the telling of this story. Vivid as can be. I was right there with you with the fear & the relief.

    Nicely done!

    Thanks for the visit too. Much appreciated.

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  6. Honey, reading this, I felt like my head was in the oven checking on the cake. I was in there (your story) like swimwear. Your words take my breath away, and you have so, so much power and light inside of you that I can hardly stand it.

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  7. I just love this tale..thrilled by the emotion..and with God to thank at the end!

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  8. Dear Carrie,
    Lessons revealed to us when we are eleven sure stick with us for a very long time.Sometimes they are vivid, sometimes they lay in the subconscious.

    Glad to see you back. Very very gflad. Poetry blogsphere isn't the same without you.

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  9. Beautiful! The power of prayer and writing.

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  10. What a riveting story Carey. You tell it well. But a part of me can't help feeling sorry for Slick, spending his life at the end of a chain. Great story. Thanks for the visit too, and welcome back!

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  11. amazing story......you write so beautifully.....

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  12. Carrie, that is a wonderful reminiscence, a beautiful story. Yes, God can work miracles...even with dogs!

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  13. Enjoyed this story, I could see it all. Love the miracle!

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  14. Carrie,
    It was so good to see that you are back again.
    I enjoyed your words and could sense your faith and belief, in the aftermath, of that incident.
    I hope all is good and better for you now.
    Thank you for your visit to my Blog page.
    Best wishes, Eileen

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  15. Well told indeed. Quite a story from just a photo! :-)

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  16. spinning through on the IP trail and thought i would say hi again carrie...hope you are well..

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  17. what a great story...and that it is a true one makes it even more fascinating carrie..

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  18. your ability to create scenes with words is nothing short of extrodinary....beautiful write.

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  19. Lovely imagery! I could hear that windmill turning and turning....

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  20. Great story Carrie...so good to hear from you...I know that blogging can be very time consuming..and I have cut back a bit myself..there has to be time for real life ...also thinking of beginning a book so that will take some time...hard to focus on to many projects...please stay in touch..you are the sweetest...bkm

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  21. carrie... i love this story. the details like polyester pants and chapped lips... and the tenderness with which you remember. beautifully done friend. i've missed you! e.

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  22. Carrie, I came in here to see how you are and found this wonderful memory, written so well. So nice to see you posting. I miss you! Take good care.

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