He Has Our Attention

We say goodbye to new friends in Hillsboro, OH, and head up Rt. 62 toward I-71 with brakes fixed and wheel bearings repacked.  Linda's knowledge of the area helps us zig when the rest of the world zagged at a major traffic snarl near Grove City.  Our late start allows us only to get as far as Ashland, but we are happy to be moving again, until . . .

Ten miles from the night's campground we blow a tire on the Geo Tracker.  Frank changes said tire, only to discover the spare is flat, and we have no way to inflate it.  While we are pondering our predicament, a man in a new Mercedes pulls up, says he has an air compressor and inflates our tire for us.  Turns out he is a Christian.  He leaves us his business card and a small tract which says, "Our Father, help us to lift our eyes above the disquieting things around us.  Help us to center our thoughts on you."

Do you have goosebumps yet?

Let's review.  In each of these instances, we initially had no idea how to confront the situation and get appropriate help.  We prayed.

1)  Autopark brake fails in Georgia.  Out of a totally unknown set of possible repair shops, one in particular pops into our head.  We go there, and they are a Christian establishment.

2)  Regular brakes fail in southern OH.  Tow truck driver is Christian.  He tows us to a shop run by a Christian family and we stay there for 5 days.

3)  Tire blows on the freeway.  Almost immediately a Christian man stops and helps out,

4)  We purchase 5 news tires for the Geo the next morning at the local WalMart.  The store clerk asks if we are Christian, and says she'll take care of us and pray for our safe journey,

As we resume once more, Frank and I look at each other and say, almost together, "I think God wants our attention."   We resolved there and then to be ready to do whatever He might have in store for us, knowing that we may be being led into something completely different than what we now know.

Stay tuned.  The journey is still being written.