Friday, April 16, 2010


It was probably the strangest call he had ever received as a pastor.

The parishioner's voice was high pitched and there was a note of desperation as she spoke. She had called him because he was the only male she could think of that might be home in the middle of the day.

"Brother Lynn!, Brother Lynn!, please, can you come to my house right now, with a saw as fast as you can?" "Why yes, I can," he said, " but tell me what in the world is wrong," he asked.

"Well, oh how can I say this, it's my son and he is stuck in his potty chair!" she exclaimed, with feelings of embarrassment and panic. He's turning blue! I've called the fire department but I don't know if they will get here in time!

You may have guessed already. The panicked and overwhelmed young mother was me and by some strange series of circumstances that remain a mystery to this day, my two year old son, Scott, had gotten his head and chest wedged between the arm rest and seat of his potty chair. It was a chair almost identical to the one posted above (thank you world wide web).

Thankfully, about the time my pastor came bursting through the door with saw in hand, my little guy had managed to wiggle and transition himself out of his precarious position with the potty chair.

Brother Lynn found me slumped down, in a heap, crying, in the middle of my kitchen floor with relief and my son still bawling his eyes out from the ordeal. After comforting me and my son, he called the fire department and told them not to come, that all was well. I guess you could say, my pastor went beyond the call of duty that day. I'm sure they never prepared him for those kinds of situations in seminary.

Welcome Home!

My little guy is 33 years old now. After serving our county honorably for 12 years in the military, he is making the difficult transition back into civilian life, he and my lovely DIL and grandchildren. We love them and are proud to have them back home.

I guess I just wanted to relay this funny (at least it's funny now) little story to say this.

Transitions can be difficult.

Sometimes , after struggling and wiggling around awhile, we find out we're going to be OK after all.

And that's a good thing...

...and a God thing too.

They that go down to the sea in ships, that do business in great waters;
These see the works of the LORD, and his wonders in the deep.
For he commandeth, and raiseth the stormy wind, which lifteth up the waves thereof.
They mount up to the heaven, they go down again to the depths: their soul is melted because of trouble.
They reel to and fro, and stagger like a drunken man, and are at their wit's end.
Then they cry unto the LORD in their trouble, and he bringeth them out of their distresses.
He maketh the storm a calm, so that the waves thereof are still.
Then are they glad because they be quiet; so he bringeth them unto their desired haven.(Psalm 107:23-30)

Blessings everyone! Have a great week-end!



Welcome home and God bless your son Scott.
Thank God for his service to our country.
I pray his transition back into civilian life will be a smooth one.


Rose said...

Welcome home Scott! Debra, what an amazing story and praise God for the outcome. Tell him "thank you" for his service!

goodnightgram said...

Oh what a wondefully sweet post! To your son: Welcome home and thank you for your service.

Travis said...

You know, I've always been absolutely convinced that my mom could fix anything. If she couldn't get it done herself, should knew who to call to fix it. Even if she was in a complete and utter panic, she still could get it done.

I think that's why they get a free pass when they break out the embarrassing stories and photos in front of a guy's first girlfriend.

Welcome home young man, and thank you for your service.

Mimi said...

Hi Debra!!!!
FIRST OFF tell that handsome son of yours---GOD BLESS HIM and that I am so honored to say THank you for his service to this great country!!! He is a real Patriot in my BOOK!!!!!Now that is a very funny story about the potty chair, but 2 year olds seem to find themselves in scary situations often, only they usually do not think so!!!!!
What a great story, and Yes, what would we bloggers do with out the help of the web!!!!!
I will post a before and after pic of my dark hair, I may have been a bit dramatic!!!!But it is dark for my liking!!!!

Sonja said...

A proud and hearty welcome home to Scott!! And heartfelt thanks!

And haven't we all been 'stuck' and eventually wiggled free... I know I have!



Susan said...

Oh my!!!! Thanks and hats off to your Scott and the many who give so much for our country.

Amrita said...

That 's a good story.

God bless Scott.

Colleen said...

What a great post! Prayers for you and your family! Thanks for YOUR prayers too!

Brenda said...

That had to be so scary. I guess after all these year you can laugh about it!
My husband's brother got his head stuck between the rungs of a kitchen chair and their dad did have to cut him out. They like to tease him about that one.
Glad your son is home!

Finding Pam said...

What a blessing to have your son and his family come home. I appreciate his duty and service to our country. I hope his transition goes smoothly.

God bless our soldiers.

jennifer said...

I can picture you in the kitchen floor, holding your baby.

Thank you to Scott for his service!

Colleen said...

Me again. Your comment on my blog today was so beautiful and really moved me. Thank you so much.

myletterstoemily said...

so glad your son is safely home.

Maxine said...

Heartwarming story, Debra. It's such a touching introduction to your post that he's transitioning out of the military. We all appreciate his service and I hope you are enjoying your time with him and his family.

Blessings to you all.

Grayquill said...

Gee welickers - I hope the fire department has improve in it's response time. I am glad your house wasn't on fire, it would be nothing but ashes.
I am golad you are getting your son back safe and like many others - thank him for his service!!!