A week ago we had to make a low-flying trip (in a rental car) to retrieve our RV from the hills of Kentucky, where it had been languishing in a repair shop for several weeks after the electrical motherboard failed on our return from spring break.It was a lovely spring evening that Friday when Alan got off work,and we decided to make ice cream from our hail (as Almanzo Wilder would say)by enjoying this unexpected trip just 3 days after our return from California.The roadsides were laced with frilly, pink redbud trees.(Although, I must say, I-65 was jammed with spring break traffic, particularly with a 23-mile section of I-75 closed due to a mud and rock slide.)However, we enjoyed our travel and time together immensely,
had a fabulous breakfast the next morning at the Cracker Barrel Restaurant, and even stopped briefly to visit the Old Kentucky Home of Abraham Lincoln, which was right on our way back to 610 “Happy Valley Road” in Glasgow, KY, where our RV had been (theoretically) nursed back to perfect health. However, much to our alarm, Alan discovered that the RV had no turn signals and the lights still weren’t working properly (honestly???)
…and that the electrical repair mechanic had already left for the day. So…Alan and a mechanic who didn’t know much more than Alan did frogged around until they discovered we could use our turn signals as long as the emergency light switch was pulled out but not activated, and away we went. Unfortunately, a freak winter storm brewed up as we headed into Indiana. Winds were recorded at 71 mph in Straughn, IN, just to the east of us, and there were power outages in Indianapolis as we drove through. Not only our RV, but even the heaviest trucks were shifting sideways involuntarily on the road at times, making driving conditions very treacherous. But, the worst was yet to come.It was dark and growing late by the time we reached Michigan. Blinding lake effect snow was sweeping across the highway, making it almost impossible to see more than about 40 feet in front of our vehicle. Our “Sanctuary” (as we’d named our motor home)
had gone from feeling like a chariot to a jaggernaut. Would we (or others) be crushed by the momentum of this unstoppable storm? I’m sure there were accidents that night, although by God’s mercy we did arrive home safely
in the midnight hours of Sunday morning. However, we had one last challenge.
For some reason, neither of our keys worked in the front door! 😦
We have no idea why, but Alan eventually had to break in through our garage door by repeatedly bashing the lock with a sledge hammer. At Sunday school later that day, our teacher mentioned that
all the difficult misadventures in our lives can either serve as chariots to bring us closer to God,
or as jaggernauts to destroy us. The difference is in how we respond. Does the trial cause us to draw nearer to God and increase our faith,
or does the hardship make us bitter and disbelieving?God wants us to respond in faith, drawing nearer to him
and asking Him for help…learning to be grateful for his mercies rather than becoming angry because we didn’t get what we wanted
or were expecting (which is usually our personal idea of perfection). Got any misadventures in your life
that you wish you weren’t having to experience? Can you let them be chariots to bring you closer to God
rather than jaggernauts that destroy your faith under their crushing weight?
“Then Job answered and said, I know it is so of a truth: but how should man be just with God? If he will contend with him, he cannot answer him one of a thousand. He is wise in heart, and mighty in strength: who hath hardened himself against him, and hath prospered? Which doeth great things past finding out; yea, and wonders without number. Lo, he goeth by me, and I see him not: he passeth on also, but I perceive him not. Behold, he taketh away, who can hinder him? who will say unto him, What doest thou? (Job 9:1-4,10-12)