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.
4 Comments:
Wow Pat, I am so glad everything turned out ok! You were protected and looked out for.....
Brenda
Whew! Glad you're OK. Those kinds of situations can be scary.
Glad you're OK. Glad also you found lost bible, and that you had enforced rest time. Mostly most I'm glad yer OK.
Isn't it cool how those kind strangers seem to just show up outta nowhere?
One year, I was on my way up here for Christmas. I was living down in Sterling Heights at the time, and it was my first time driving back. Needless to say, I got lost somewhere around Grayling.
I had absolutely no idea where I was, and I found myself in an area that appeared to belong to "summer people", as there were several houses, but not a single car in any of the driveways. I asked God for help in finding my way out of that place, and to where I needed to be to get home.
I turn my car around, stop for a minute to get my bearings, and what do I see but a man up on the telephone pole...seriously! There was not an Ameritech truck or any other vehicle in sight, but here was this guy, up on the telephone pole.
My choices were to either stop and ask for directions from the guy, or continue driving around in hopes of maybe...maybe...finding my way home. I decided to ask for directions.
He gave me very simple directions and got me out of there. I can't imagine what in the world he was doing there to begin with. I think God put him there to get this weary traveller home.
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