Just Passing Through

What a scary shock and jolting surprise it was to come home last Sunday afternoon to find a large, jagged hole in our kitchen window.  Lying on the floor just in front of the sink was a 12 gauge shotgun slug which had penetrated both the double-pane window and the inside screen.

On Sunday morning we had traveled to Carroll to take my Mother home.  She had spent the previous two weeks with us, relaxing and enjoying our life in the country.  It was a wonderful time as she visited My Love's Mother, played cards and other games, read lots of books from the library, and just "hung out".  On Saturday evening, we traveled to Sheldon to witness the official installation of my brother, Allan, as the new pastor of St Patrick's Parish.  She enjoyed her visit to our Little Piece of Paradise.

The first shotgun season for deer opened last weekend.  Saturday and Sunday the hills around our house were crawling with guys in neon orange vests and hats.  Traffic on our normally quiet gravel road was approaching rush-hour level.  The addition of alcohol to the mixture minimized the safety factor in some instances.

Hence the incident in our house.  When we arrived late Sunday afternoon, we were shocked, but grateful that we had been gone.  The window in question sits directly over the kitchen sink where My Love stands while washing dishes.  The projectile entered at head level at a downward angle, crossing from left to right.  It could have been dangerous for someone standing by the sink.

Once again we are grateful to God for his presence and protection in our lives.  Perhaps next year we will go away for the weekend when deer season opens.