A phone call from our youngest son in the middle of the afternoon was my first clue that something in his life was amiss.
His words “Mom, are you doing anything important?” was my second clue.
A pit formed in my stomach, as questions swirled in my brain. Why was our son calling me in the middle of the afternoon? Shouldn’t he be on the way home for his best friend’s wedding?
I ignored the lengthy to-do list glaring at me from the kitchen counter in order to give him a cheerful answer. “I’m not doing much. What’s up?”
“My truck is being towed,” he said with a sigh. “The mechanic says it will take days to procure the broken part.”
I pictured our son stranded with his black, Labrador puppy on the side of the road four hours from home, halfway between one township and the next.
immediately, I announced, “I am on my way!”
He repeated his original question. “Mom, are you doing anything important?”
I squinted my eyes at the to-do list, just daring it to grumble.
“You’re my son, and there’s nothing on my to-do list more important than you.”
When I hung up the phone, my heart soared. I love it when God affords me the opportunity to tell my children or grandchildren that they are more important than anything on my calendar, even when the opportunity begins with a broken-down truck!