By Brad Campbell –

Just a thought to help start your week.

I knew the old truck had issues.  It is several years old, has many miles on it, and has its own little quirks.  But, it is mine, it is paid for, and it still runs.  Or, at least it did.

Daughter and Hubby had borrowed the truck, and Wife and I went to get it and bring it home, making sure we left their house in broad daylight, just in case.  Well, only three short miles from the kids’ house, with me behind the wheel, it lurched, jerked, and shut off.  I’d made it to top of a hill, then carefully coasted off the side of the road into a mud-hole of a place that seemed to have been waiting just for me and whomever came along.  Quickly I called Wife, who had been not too far ahead of me.  And there on the side of an extremely busy highway curve in afternoon traffic we stood, along with Daughter and jumper cables and her Hubby’s Uncle who had seen us and circled back to lend aid.

We fiddled with this and that, then tried some of that and the other.  We called a friend, who suggested another who called another, and tow truck came to our rescue.  As I am writing this, the incident I’ve just described took place a couple of days ago.  I have more calls to make to tow shop and garage to line up who can do what when.

The Lord, no doubt at all, is always looking out for His children.  I knew truck had its issues, but it hadn’t been causing any great problems.  Daughter had used it a few times for very recent one-way hour-long trips with no problems.  As we left the house that morning to go after the truck, I instinctively turned on our carport light.  We were to be home well before dark, but God knew otherwise and certainly is the reason I flipped on that light switch.

God knew truck was about to pitch a fit, but took care of Daughter and her Hubby so that it ran perfectly for them, and saw to it that I was the one driving it when it quit.  God let me travel only three miles from the kids’ home before the machine stopped.  God orchestrated the straight stretch of mud hole along the side of the road that was plenty wide enough and long enough for all three of our vehicles and the tow truck to get out of traffic.  And God saw to it that the sun was still shining while all this took place just inches from maniacal drivers who were apparently off to the races for the afternoon.

Not sure what comes next for the truck, except that I know Who has His hand on the steering wheel!  And I’m oh so very thankful.  We stood beside that muddy stretch of roadside and laughed about God’s sense of humor and timing in it all.  What a wonderful God we serve.

Is He holding your steering wheel as you drive off into the week ahead?  I’m certainly glad He has a hold on mine!

Just a thought.