by Macy Johnson
“His sons used to take turns holding feasts in their homes,
and they would invite their three sisters to eat and drink with them.”
(Job 1:4 NIV)
On the first weekend in May our son, Alex, and four high school friends gathered at our home for a Crawfish Boil. It was a joyful, fun reunion for everyone.
Jeff, my Louisiana-native husband, has dreamed of hosting a Crawfish Boil at our house for a long time, but could never quite get it together. God made it happen in a better way by having our son and his friends bring it to us. We could never have laid it out as well as they did and been able to relax and enjoy the festivities. It was God’s perfect plan.
David, who has family roots in New Orleans, seamlessly prepared and boiled the crawfish with sausage, corn, and potatoes. He dumped the pot’s contents onto a table covered in large, plastic trash bags. My husband provided Zydeco music on Spotify while we pried open the monster-sized mud bugs and enjoyed their spicy tails. I swayed with the Cajun beat while licking cayenne off my fingers.
As we indulged in the delicacies, I thought about Job and his sons and how their feasting was tragically cut short. Thankfully, God didn’t allow Satan to strike my son and his friends, but, it was a test of sorts for me. Am I willing to let go of my family like Job did? Would I still love God if He allowed disaster to crush us again? Thoughts of Matthew, our nephew, taken to heaven at an early age, swept through my mind. I trust my Lord will give us courage to face any potential disaster ahead.
I daily lift up my children to our heavenly Father for His protection. I hope you will, too!