Devotion

When my car caught fire, I pulled over on the highway. It was a Sunday afternoon in the middle of July. Several cars drove by. Many looked over at my car now fully ablaze, their heads shaking. I walked to the next town a few miles away. No cars were parked along their main street—or anywhere else. The local garage was closed, as were the gas station, grocery store, a bowling alley, and a small hotel whose sign flickered “No Vacancy.” A car pulled up. “Are you lost?” the driver asked. I explained the situation. They nodded and said they heard about me on the local scanner. They asked if they could drive me wherever I needed to go. When I said I had a test the next day, they told me to hop in. A day I thought God had forsaken me became a day in which God was present.