Coincidental Miracles?

You know those scary sounds that were coming from underneath our car?  It seems that when I almost slid into that gulley on Sunday,  I knocked part of my transmission loose.  It’s the part that sends the four-wheel drive to my right front tire.  I don’t know the technical terms, but it looked like the ball had come out of a ball & socket joint.  The mechanics couldn’t simply put it back into place because the bearings inside had frozen up.  So, we’re off on our road trip today without four-wheel drive.

But enough of this technical talk.   What does all this mean?  Why did we not slide all the way into that gulley and become hopelessly stuck?  Why did that misplaced road not interfere with our steering and cause and accident?  Why?  Why not?

All I know is that before we left that morning, we prayed.  And we made it home safely and with relative ease, despite the dangers along the way.  Today we plan to drive the length of the country of Togo, from south to north, along a road that is often littered with the rotting corpses of burned out cars, fuel tankers, and vehicles whose over-worked drivers fell asleep at the wheel, or who took that curve around the mountain a little too fast, or whose brakes gave out.  And that’s just the first leg of our journey

And again, we will pray.  Feel free to join us.  And, while you’re at it, you can ask that our visitors, the Hendersons, get to see lots of elephants at the game park.