The Days of Slaughter Rock

Back when the older boys were younger they used to fish in the creeks by our home. The surrounding woods and fields were their hunting grounds. Rabbits, squirrels, and other woodland mamals were all subject to their Mark Twain-like childhood. Most furry critters were able to scamper or dart away out of reach of pellet guns, snares, and later small shotguns. The fish were not usually so fortunate. In our front yard thirty yards or so from the house, there was and still is a large flat rock. It covers a pipe Drew had run from his garage floor drain. Countless fish and more than a few forest creatures met their fate on that flat stone. I suppose most were dead before they reached the rock. But it was here they were prepared for the fire or the frying pan. I am sure my young Tom and Huck killed more than a few defenseless varmints for no good reason, but many were grilled, broiled, fried up, or otherwise prepared for eating. Ben and Allen roamed the woods and fields in search of conquests and adventures, finding a wide variety of both. Yes, they shot stuff they shouldn't have, trespassed on the neighbors property I am sure. Much of went on out there will probably stay out there hidden in the secrets young brothers share.

Today my young men have grown up problems, and bigger worries plague this mamma's heart. Skinned knees, concussions, stitches, even broken curfews seem like a lifetime ago. Little troubles for little boys. Simpler times, easier nights. I know God's grace will abound in the lives of my sons. He holds their futures and loves their souls more than I ever could. Deep in my spirit I trust their tomorrows to my loving God. Today though, I cry out for the faith to trust their days to His plan and care. Grown up problems and mess-ups can result in serious consequences. Draw them to you Lord Jesus and have mercy on their messy lives. Redeem their foolish choices and bring glory to your Kingdom by the great works You will do.
Bring your peace to this mother's soul. In Jesus Name.

I miss the days of Slaughter Rock.