Tonight we had to transport the class to a church upcountry for a special event, and getting base vehicles together for the task was a bit of a scramble. I got slotted to pile my four guy students into my own car and follow a base minivan that has been unreliable lately. Unfortunately, we should have had the convoy arranged in the reverse!
About a block from the church, just as we were on an incline and about to turn off the highway, my car just lost all power. All the various maintenance lights came on. I managed to pull onto the shoulder. After brief deliberation, the guys got out and pushed the car up and around the little turn off from the highway...only to find nowhere to pull over! A narrow country road with an embankment went on for some distance. As it turned downhill, the guys ran to catch up with me. Long story short, I called our SBFM staff guy, Ben, and asked him to come down from the church and pick us up since we'd ended up a ways away. Meanwhile, the guys decided to pray for my car. "I think we should try and start it" one of them concluded after a minute. I threw him the keys. It readily turned over and we all piled in and drove to the church before Ben got down the church's street. Praise the Lord!
The car was making a noise and the engine light stayed on- but at the end of the night the car was normal and the engine light went off before we were out of the driveway- and our ride home was fine! I am so grateful for God's provision in the midst of my flustered moments beside the road upcountry, and for the support of my guy students: when push came to shove, they were behind me- prompt with strength, and ready with faith. Praise the Lord!
Copilot, my stuffed squirrel, looks on while the rearview mirror reflects my students pushing my car up the shoulder of the highway...
