Thankful
I went up north for Thanksgiving on Wednesday. My sister in law told me to bring my knitting needles because she needed help figuring out a scarf pattern. I grabbed my knitting bag, and inside I found my long lost Bible. I mean my LONG LOST Bible. I missed it months ago. I looked in the coat rack area at church where a lot of forgotten items end up. I looked on shelves, in drawers, under beds, and finally gave up. That old Bible has seen me through two marriages and divorces, and is full of highlighting and notes that remind me of my journey with Jesus whenever I see them. I was so, so happy to find it safely tucked under an afgan pattern in my knitting bag!
I took a couple vacation hours on Wednesday to get a jump start on the winter roads, hoping to make the trip in daylight. I was about two miles from my destination when I let an antsy driver get around me in the passing lanes, and that's when I lost control of my truck. I tried to correct, but the roads were slick. I prayed "Jesus" until I came to a stop in the ditch. A guy in a truck stopped to see if I was okay. He said I almost rolled over. Then two guys in a big red truck - I know now it was an oil rig truck - stopped and asked if I'd like them to pull me out. I weighed the options: a two hour wait for AAA roadservice, or a nod to the guys in the red truck. I nodded, they pulled me out, wished me a happy Thanksgiving and drove off. So much could have gone very, very wrong. But to my amazement there was no surrounding traffic when I spun out, I didn't roll the truck, I wasn't hurt, my truck was not damaged - even after getting yanked out by a hook and chain, and I was home 20 minutes later. I didn't even have time to be frightened.
Then, I was snowed in until Saturday morning, and since I had my knitting with me I got to enjoy peace AND one of my favorite hobbies with people I love.
So, I'm thankful for the restoration of what was lost, the kindness of strangers, the protection of God, the love of those who refuse to lose me, and rest disguised in a thick blanket of snow.
I took a couple vacation hours on Wednesday to get a jump start on the winter roads, hoping to make the trip in daylight. I was about two miles from my destination when I let an antsy driver get around me in the passing lanes, and that's when I lost control of my truck. I tried to correct, but the roads were slick. I prayed "Jesus" until I came to a stop in the ditch. A guy in a truck stopped to see if I was okay. He said I almost rolled over. Then two guys in a big red truck - I know now it was an oil rig truck - stopped and asked if I'd like them to pull me out. I weighed the options: a two hour wait for AAA roadservice, or a nod to the guys in the red truck. I nodded, they pulled me out, wished me a happy Thanksgiving and drove off. So much could have gone very, very wrong. But to my amazement there was no surrounding traffic when I spun out, I didn't roll the truck, I wasn't hurt, my truck was not damaged - even after getting yanked out by a hook and chain, and I was home 20 minutes later. I didn't even have time to be frightened.
Then, I was snowed in until Saturday morning, and since I had my knitting with me I got to enjoy peace AND one of my favorite hobbies with people I love.
So, I'm thankful for the restoration of what was lost, the kindness of strangers, the protection of God, the love of those who refuse to lose me, and rest disguised in a thick blanket of snow.
