The only two things a cowboy can control

by Kevin on June 28, 2010

I sure had a great Father’s Day last Sunday. Our Chuckwagon Team built us some biscuits and gravy for breakfast that morning before church. We had a great worship service and a full house. That afternoon, I watched a movie and did some mechanic work. I put a rear end in a recliner.

I knew it was going to be a good nap. One of those rare desert thunderstorms was approaching and you could hear the rumblin’ of the thunder. Nothin’ puts me to sleep better than knowing it’s raining and listening to thunder. Then the wind started blowing.

Let me re-phrase that. The wind started blowing HARD! I walked into the living room and looked beyond our big front porch. I couldn’t even see the big ranch house that sits about 1/4 mile away. The wind was gettin’ it by now. My wife asked me if we should go to the big ranch house and get out of the double wide trailer.

Yup, I live in a mobile home. You are not a real cowboy if you have never lived in a mobile home in tornado country. I know one guy that is so cowboy he lived in a mobile home park and got kicked out. How onery do you have to be to get kicked out of a mobile home park?

Anyway, as I am looking at the weather, I see the front porch divorce itself from the house and it married my roping arena. I saw it when it left. “There goes the front porch!” I said to my wife. The explosion of tin and wood in the middle of that roping arena 100 feet away was awesome. But when porches are being tossed hundreds of feet, it’s time to grab the wiener dog and the family and abandon the homestead.

I pulled the truck right up to the back porch. This porch was still being faithful and I was being thankful. The family jumped in and we headed for the big house. The wind was blowing so hard that I didn’t know if the truck was going to stay on the ground, but we made it. (My wife would say at this point–“Thank you Captain Obvious, they know you made it if you’re writing this.”)

The big ranch house is made out of brick, but when we got there, it had fared little better. Part of the roof had come off and we spent the next hour trying to catch 2 inches of rain in everything from pots to trash cans.

When everything had passed, I went back home to survey the damage. My porch was gone. Half of the arena had been knocked down by the wind. A mesquite tree was broke in half. Some of the skirting on the house was gone. I dropped my phone in a puddle of water trying to put the skirting back on. I guess that’s what you get for messing with a skirt that’s not your wife’s. I am glad she doesn’t read this.

In all of this, I never got mad or even upset. The house and everything else are just things. The Lord has blessed us tremendously and so what if a little wind comes and blows a few things away. God protected us and that’s all that matters to me.

Job 2:10

“Shall we accept good from God, and not trouble?” In all this, Job did not sin in what he said.

We don’t learn how to get back on if we’ve never been bucked off. Patience isn’t learned by getting immediate satisfaction out of life. Joy would be less joyful without the companionship of misery. You don’t know how much work your pinkie toe does until you hit it on the door barefooted.

Life is tough down here. There will be things that happen that will threaten to tear our world apart. But in all we do, all we can contol is how we react. We can’t control life and death. We can’t control the storms and the elements. We can’t control how other idiots, Christian or otherwise, act. We cannot make anyone feel or act a certain way. We can’t even control our thoughts, but we can control our actions and our tongues–and that’s what will please God.

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  • Wow Kevin. Good description of what happened, glad you’re okay!

  • Having lived in Kansas for several years we went through many storms just like that. One time the wind picked up a huge grain bin (which had been bolted to the concrete) and tossed it over the barn into the soybean field.

    But you are right. We cannot control the weather, or any other circumstance of life. But God can control our reactions as we yield to His Spirit.


  • Great post, Kevin. God is training me in submission to His Spirit–choosing to believe His Spirit is living and active in me. Only in the overflow do I respond with love. Thanks for the reminder of “response.”

  • Controlling our attitudes is key, Kevin. You hit the proverbial nail on the head. Taking our thoughts captive to the Lord also helps me when I apply it!

    I’m looking forward to our stormy season. The clouds are building up, but your area is getting all the rain. We get microbursts where patio items fly all over, but I don’t think winds are quite as wild here. Thanks for stopping by.


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