Running Home: The Power Of His Might

“Still think we have time to go through the whole story?” Gordon asked, his eyes casting an anxious glance at Pastor Perry. It seemed like the two had been talking for hours. The minutes of the day continued to creep by, as the service time grew closer. Pastor Perry was the most patient man he knew.
“We got a whole hour, son” he replied, wearing a reassuring smile. “No reason to rush. I’m enjoyin’ this.” Pastor Perry was a good listener. Gordon chuckled, tapping his foot on the snow-covered ground. He wanted to continue the story. He had to, for his momma. His family was something special.
“What else you wanna know?” Gordon asked Pastor Perry, who had heard so much in the forty-five minutes they’d known each other.
“Whatever else you know. What happened next with your Momma and Dad?” Pastor Perry offered, with his full attention on Gordon. The winter day hadn’t fazed them. The wind and snow had stopped for a while. Gordon readjusted himself on the little wooden bench. He wasn’t sure how to continue such a tale.
“After I was born, a lot changed.” Gordon laughed with a sigh, as he remembered how much his Momma had talked about the family struggle. “The family tried to stay on the farm for a little while. They only knew the peace and quiet.” Pastor Perry leaned back, relaxing his arms at once. “But somethin’ tells me it didn’t stay that way.” Gordon stared into space, his thoughts wandering as a whirlwind of memories began to resurface. The emotion behind her. The power of His might that made her the hero she had become in His world. “No, it didn’t. In the blink of an eye, everything was different.”