6 years ago today we wept hopelessly after receiving the type of call you wouldn’t wish upon anyone. Dad made the hard decision to go to work, knowing if he didn’t the chopper would be grounded. A close friend drove us girls to Tauranga with Dad planning on meeting us later.
He went to work and they got the call that a man was drowning. Coast Guard couldn’t get there on time, Eagle hovered over the waters and Dad jumped from the police helicopter and rescued him. If he didn’t go to work that day another family would’ve been feeling the grief we were.
A moment of hope in a season of bitter grief and tragedy.
I am so grateful that this mans life was saved; and that Dad could save him. But my heart is in anguish wondering why four more in Kenya couldn’t have been saved the day before. It’s a question I may grapple with my whole life.
I still don’t get it. I may never.
But somehow it was still a reminder that God is good. Even when I couldn’t bring my head to believe it. He gave us a moment of celebration in a time that was wracked with pain. He is still good. Somehow amidst it all; and I am grateful for that.