by Chris Meehan
Trish Olson (Mission, Indianapolis) was recently walking down a country road in northern Indiana’s Amish country, when she heard noises coming from two Amish boys in a rowboat on the far side of a pond.
At first, she assumed they were just horsing around. But when she passed them again on her return, she had an uneasy feeling. They were getting louder. “I decided to call out and ask if everything was okay. They yelled back in what sounded like Pennsylvania Dutch, which I couldn't understand, but I could tell something was wrong. I started to run closer to them and began praying,” Trish recalled.
Just then, a buggy came down the road. Trish stopped the Amish man driving it and pointed out the boys to him. He yelled to them, and they replied. It turned out one of the boys had his hand caught in some sort of animal trap. The buggy driver immediately jumped the barbed-wire fence and hurried to them.
Trish ran towards the closest farmhouse and met a woman, who turned out to be the boy’s mother, Melinda, running out towards the pond. "Go find my husband,” she told Trish, “He's working on the scythe.”
“I didn’t know what a ‘scythe’ was,” says Trish, “but I ran up the road towards the machinery noise and found a man behind a farm building riding a huge tractor-type vehicle.” The man, Jonathan, stopped the tractor, listened to Trish’s story and hopped on his bike to head to the scene. Trish ran alongside him, pointing out the way. Once they reached the pond, Melinda told them they had gotten the trap off and she didn't think there was anything more to do.
A bit winded from her unexpected run, Trish began heading home to the nearby lakehouse where her family was staying, praying that the boy was not seriously hurt. “As I reached a bend in the road,” she says, “I heard horses' feet clopping behind me. James, the man who had jumped the fence to reach the boys, stopped and told me that the boy---his nephew---was going to be just fine. Then he handed me a half-gallon of milk from Jonathan’s farm and said that Jonathan wanted to give it to me. Relieved by the good news, I walked the rest of the way back to the cottage carrying the milk. I felt full of awe at how much the Lord cares for this boy and was so present with us. What an awesome Father we have!”