A week ago, I was helping my Son pack his stuff in the back of my truck before he headed off to Nashville. The truck is a 1995 Dodge Ram with 150k miles. When I gave Luke a hug to say goodbye, I told him that God would take care of him. Luke is heading into life as a graduate of college. As he drove away with Janet at his side, I asked God to get them safely to Nashville.
The trip for Luke and Janet was a little longer than normal, driving through Springfield to catch up with a friend. They arrived in Nashville shortly before midnight.
On Monday morning, Luke called to report the truck had died. He was a few miles from his apartment, heading out for the day. A broken down truck 600 miles from home with my plans to fly to Nashville the next weekend to drive it back to KC. This did not look good.
Luke worked on the problem. He had a friend that used a repair shop in the area, so he arraigned for a tow to the shop. The shop determined the problem was a failed fuel pump. It would take a factory part and a lot of work, because the fuel pump is in the fuel tank. I wondered if the truck would be done in time for the weekend.
Luke picked up the repaired truck on Friday afternoon. There was a new charge on the card, but Luke was driving away and the plans for the weekend were still a go.
As I thought about my prayer last Sunday, I thanked God for answering. He made that fuel pump last through a late night trip. He let it fail in a place where there was time and resources to fix the problem. This is just one more of a thousand stories where God takes care of His children. It is good to be God’s kid.
Sunday, September 6, 2009
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