Phone call

The phone call comes in the middle of laundry with school books scattered around the table.
The noise of the household almost prevents my answering.
Sinking heart, rush of blood, calmed by the fact that my father just arrived and I can go where I am needed.
Not sure where to turn until the cop car out front leads the way.
I'm insulted by the mother standing in the driveway complaining with arms across her chest about the kid that isn't completely mine.
Oh how does the teenage mind deem it necessary to skip school and drink in the middle of the day??
There is no screaming, shouting, or angry dances.
There are a few questions and a few calm comments about the hope of learning lessons one day.
I sigh as we pull into the driveway because now I must call his father.
To make something terrible seem just slightly off is quite the challenge.                                   Unfortunately I was unable to infuse any sort of tranquility into that moment.
Seconds later when my dad answers his phone, my heart breathes.
I listen as my dad pours peace and wisdom into my darling's spirit from the well that brims from years of life experience.
I am so grateful he has called my father.
My father was able to do what I could not.
Don't we just want to tell people who are hurting, just call on my Father. He knows you and loves you. You can trust what he says and find rest in Him.
Thanks Dad for being a voice here on earth that sounds like the One and Only in heaven.