Who is the Boss!
Art and Helen used to live next door to us. Art met Helen in the early 1920’s and they were happily married for over 60 years. We would visit with them often. I would listen as Art shared stories from his past. Helen would chat with Bunny as she kept an ear open to Art’s tales, in case he missed a part. One day Helen shared a story from the time she worked in a grocery store in downtown Sebewaing. She would wait on the customers, stock the shelves and work the meat counter. She was a strong-willed young lady, often making decisions in front of customers, something a young woman did not do in the 1920’s. She was expected to quietly obey the wishes of her male employer. The owner would yell out, “Who’s the boss – me oder Helen?” (Oder is German for “or”) “Helen is the boss,” she would reply. Every now and then, Helen would disagree with Art and she would ask, “Who’s the boss – you oder Helen?” “Helen,” admitted Art.
Fires raged to the north and fires raged to the south of us when we visited in Denver. The newscasters reported the progress of the flames in Boulder and in the Cherokee Ranch area. The temperatures were in the mid 80’s and the wind was blowing over 50 miles per hour. By Wednesday evening people were being evacuated, one fire station was lost to the flames, and homes were threatened. Firefighting efforts were hindered due to the state’s firefighting aircraft deployed to combat the worst fires in California’s history. We went to bed Wednesday evening to the orange glow of fires devouring everything in their path. The next morning we awoke to an unimagined sight. During the night the temperature dropped over 60 degrees down to the mid 20’s. A gentle rain fell through the night. Every tree, bush and blade of grass was covered in a thick coat of ice. Snow had fallen in the fire zones. “Who is the boss?”
The message machine repeated the message, “This is Dr.’s office calling for Mr. Cohrs, please call.” For two days my doctor tried to reach me when we were on vacation. “I am concerned about your x-rays. It appears as if there is a suspect spot on your lungs. I am ordering a CT scan as soon as possible.” The first open date was Friday. I drove to the center and had the CT scan. I returned to work. I pondered all of the possibilities and waited for the results. Monday afternoon the call came, “Your CT scan is negative.” “Who is the boss?”
This Thanksgiving I am thankful for many things – my children, my grandchildren, my brothers, my sisters, my extended family, my friends, my co-workers, my job, my home, my truck, my yard, my church, and much more. I am most thankful for a loving God who has cradled me in His hand and sustained me with all that I need for daily life. I am thankful for Jesus, my Savior. I am thankful for the gift of faith through the power of the Holy Spirit. Most of all, I am thankful that the answer to the question, “Who is the boss?” is not Helen, or Art, or any other person. “Who is the boss?” God is the boss. He has the power over the weather, power over sickness, and power over the world. He gives us what we need when we need it. He is always there.
Prayer: Thank you God for everything.
Fires raged to the north and fires raged to the south of us when we visited in Denver. The newscasters reported the progress of the flames in Boulder and in the Cherokee Ranch area. The temperatures were in the mid 80’s and the wind was blowing over 50 miles per hour. By Wednesday evening people were being evacuated, one fire station was lost to the flames, and homes were threatened. Firefighting efforts were hindered due to the state’s firefighting aircraft deployed to combat the worst fires in California’s history. We went to bed Wednesday evening to the orange glow of fires devouring everything in their path. The next morning we awoke to an unimagined sight. During the night the temperature dropped over 60 degrees down to the mid 20’s. A gentle rain fell through the night. Every tree, bush and blade of grass was covered in a thick coat of ice. Snow had fallen in the fire zones. “Who is the boss?”
The message machine repeated the message, “This is Dr.’s office calling for Mr. Cohrs, please call.” For two days my doctor tried to reach me when we were on vacation. “I am concerned about your x-rays. It appears as if there is a suspect spot on your lungs. I am ordering a CT scan as soon as possible.” The first open date was Friday. I drove to the center and had the CT scan. I returned to work. I pondered all of the possibilities and waited for the results. Monday afternoon the call came, “Your CT scan is negative.” “Who is the boss?”
This Thanksgiving I am thankful for many things – my children, my grandchildren, my brothers, my sisters, my extended family, my friends, my co-workers, my job, my home, my truck, my yard, my church, and much more. I am most thankful for a loving God who has cradled me in His hand and sustained me with all that I need for daily life. I am thankful for Jesus, my Savior. I am thankful for the gift of faith through the power of the Holy Spirit. Most of all, I am thankful that the answer to the question, “Who is the boss?” is not Helen, or Art, or any other person. “Who is the boss?” God is the boss. He has the power over the weather, power over sickness, and power over the world. He gives us what we need when we need it. He is always there.
Prayer: Thank you God for everything.