How does God show tender mercies in your life? What is a tender mercy you ask? I believe it’s a simple reminder of God’s love for me by way of an answered prayer, a moment of gratitude or what some may consider to be stroke of luck. But instead of luck it’s a blessing – a tender mercy in my life. For me, if I’m really looking, those tender mercies pop up nearly every day, but there are days when they are extra special and extra big, especially when they are tender in more than one life.
My personal tender mercies
My tender mercy from four years ago is one that I think of almost daily.
It was the perfect fall day the first weekend of October 2012. I was hurrying to load the soccer chairs into the back of my van after a full morning of soccer games to get home to watch LDS General Conference which traditionally airs the first weekend of October and April semi-annually. It was a few minutes after 10 and the first session of the day starts at 10, so I was working quickly. My husband was loading our 5-year-old and baby daughter in the car when my cell phone rang. I quickly looked to see who it was and saw it was my 17-year-old son Tyler. “Why would he be calling me right as conference starts?” I thought to myself. Sensing a possible emergency, I answered.
“Mom!” came the excited voice on the other line. “Mom, you’re never going to guess what President Monson just announced!” he said, his voice rising. “Oh dear, here comes the joke,” I thought to myself. Tyler is always the prankster. “He just announced the mission age for boys will be 18 and the age for girls will be 19,” he said, his voice both filling with emotion and a kind of elated excitement.
I stopped. I dropped the chair into the back of the van and leaned up against the van, feeling a bit faint. “What? You’re kidding me, right?” I said, trying to fully process what I had just heard. By now, my husband had come to my side, sensing the alarm in my voice. I relayed to him what Tyler just said. “Mom, I’m going on a mission this summer,” came his next words. Tears started flowing down my cheeks like an unstoppable faucet. I got in the the van. We drove home. I went inside. I hugged my son. I cried some more. Tears of happy joy. Tears of sad sorrow. My time with him just got a lot shorter, but boy, was it wonderful!
So now you’re wondering: where is the tender mercy in all of this?
Goals of a high school boy
Let me give you some back story.
My son was a cross country runner in high school. He was lucky enough to be on an excellent high school team that was really going places and he wanted a spot on the varsity team during his junior year. The top seven runners earn a spot to race at state and he trained amazingly hard to earn the spot. During the region race he was the eighth runner on the team by less than three seconds. He was devastated. I was devastated for him. The team took state and he was the alternate runner on the state-winning team. A great accomplishment by any opinion, but for him that was not enough.
After that, he ran and ran and ran. I never knew someone could run so much. He decided his senior year he was earning that spot. During the summer he ran twice a day – he ate – a lot. He drank – a lot. He wore out three pairs of shoes. By the time fall of his senior year rolled around he was the fifth man running. He earned his spot. Then the unthinkable – he started hurting. It was a pain in his side, literally. His coaches and trainers gave advice as to what was wrong, but the advice he was getting wasn’t helping him. His times were slowing down. He tried to push through the pain but I could see it on his face – it was getting to be too much with each race. State was approaching and it was the second to last race of the season. The diagnosis he received from his trainer was that he could keep running, but just had to push through the pain – it was a growth plate injury. So, he was pushing through, but as I went to my designated spots along the race course to watch him he was getting slower and slower. In a way, it was touching to watch, because his teammates knew how much he wanted the spot at state and they were running slower than him so they wouldn’t pass him and he wouldn’t lose his spot, but he was slowing down big time. As he crossed the finish line he looked like he might pass out. My stomach was in throat with anxiety and worry as I rushed to his side. I felt like I might to burst into tears because I knew I had just watched him race his last race.
One of the dad’s of one of the other runners was a doctor and he checked him out right there and immediately called a friend to get him into a doctor. We went to that doctor, and he said something we didn’t expect – a possible sports hernia. Two days after that we were saw a specialist and sure enough, it was a bad enough sports hernia that he wouldn’t be able to run the rest of season or even run track during spring. All the work he had done – all the running – and now this. He was devastated. I was devastated for him. Quiet tears crept down my cheeks while in the office, because as a mom, you feel all the things your child does, but probably times ten.
There would be no state title for him. He would be an alternate. Again. All those hours. All that gatorade. My son had literally run his guts out.
A mother’s prayer
That night as I prayed I poured my soul into that prayer. It was one of the those mother prayers, you know the kind where you lay it all out there, ready to bargain anything in the world for your child’s happiness. I prayed that there could be something, anything, to take his mind off this abrupt change to his life plan.
That gut-wrenching prayer was on a Friday night. Guess what Saturday was? October 2012 General Conference. The conference where the mission announcement was made. The ultimate tender mercy for a mother and her son. This announcement suddenly put his life into perspective. So what if he ran he guts out? He would be leaving soon after high school graduation to serve a mission for his church, a calling that would come from God. He now had a focus and he knew it. I knew it. I knew for me, it was an answer to my prayer – a mother’s prayer for her son. It was an answer to his prayer – a 17-year-old boy understanding that God loves him and knows who he is. Did that announcement change the lives for youth all over the world? Of course it did. But for the Trotters, in our little house, in Ogden, Utah it was so much more. It was an answered prayer of love for a young man and his mother. The sweetest of all tender mercies.
So now I ask, “How does God show tender mercies in your life?” I would love to hear them because they are special, they are poignant, they are what make your life story worth living.
Rachel J. Trotter is a writer at Evalogue.Life, where we tell personal and family stories that inspire, and help you tell yours. She has worked as a writer since her college days over 20 years ago. She loves telling people’s stories. She lives in Ogden, Utah and is busy raising six children and loves working on family history alongside her husband, Mat.
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