
Fly by Faith and Not by Sight
With Time we are more capable of seeing the big picture. Last time around I woke up remembering a Miracle. Back in my single-parent days the job that paid the bills required me to travel. My employer accommodated my need by assigning me territories within a day’s drive from home.
One ordinary day required me to drive 3 hours from Kansas City to Omaha. The car broke down an hour away. These were days before cell phones. I was falling apart when a car pulled up behind me. I was lost in tears when a gentleman appeared at my window. There was no one else to save me. He kindly offered to drive me to my appointment. While I was there he arranged for a tow to a shop near the breakdown. He picked me up after my call and drove me back to the repair shop, where I picked up the car and headed home.
Looking back, he had to be an angel. I can’t imagine accepting a ride from a total stranger. I don’t remember his name and he was never seen or heard from again. It was a miracle then, and even more of a miracle as I remember it today.

