God Cares

My husband had died. He was only 38 years old when the heart attack happened. He fell to the floor of the high school where he worked. We had three children and I knew I would have to find work soon. I sent out resumes telling that I had about one and a half years of college and many semesters of correspondence of Biblical studies from Lutheran Bible Institute. I heard from the head of Missions who asked me to come to Chicago for an interview. I went, but it was only because a letter containing twenty dollars came from a friend of Eddie’s, just the amount I would need for a train trip to Chicago! God cares!

I got the job at a church in Vancouver, WA. I would help the pastor get self-supporting for two years and then move on to another church. It seemed hard but I agreed, and now I would have to move my children and most of my furniture across the country. Eddie had done most of the driving so, at best, I would call me an inexperienced driver! We headed off on June 1st in our not so new station wagon, pulling the largest U Haul trailer with a 14 ft boat on top, that my son just had to have! Inside the car, we had all our camping supplies, the children and a big collie dog my daughter just had to have! Oh, and I was at the wheel! God cares!

The first problem came on the third night. I was too tired to put up our tent, so we stopped at a cabin and tavern place that I decided would be cheap, ate hamburgers from the tavern and went to bed. I awoke early and looked outside. There was one 18 ft trailer truck on one side of my car and one on the other side! Now, I told you I was an inexperienced driver, but I didn’t say I couldn’t back up! I got the kids up and when Jim, my oldest, said, “How do you expect to get us out of this mess?” I didn’t know but I would try anyhow. I got us all into the car, I started it up, and began backing up! The trailer and my car backed up real smooth like, and we were off. God cares!

The next trial came in Montana. It was raining hard when I stopped for gas. I asked the attendant how we should get to Bosman. When he answered, “fly, I guess!”, I thought he was rude. He wasn’t though. the whole state of Montana was flooding! I took the right road and hated the rain. When we went across a bridge I stopped on the other side and we all enjoyed the river that was churning and dancing like mad. Soon, a policeman came along and put a big sign on each side of the bridge. He closed that bridge! Then he came over to us, telling us to move because the whole area would soon be covered with water. We moved.  God cares!

We knew we had made it when we came to my brother’s home. Oh, we had about 400 miles left but we were in Washington and that sounded like home to us. We made it to Vancouver and I was proud but very much aware that we had another passenger with us that whole time. God cares.

And, He cares for you too.