(A story of the road for our ordinary miracles. This comes from reader, Dave Jones from the upper Midwest -CJ).
By Dave Jones
I thought I’d pass along an experience that happened to me and my family about 3 years ago. If you think it’s useful, you can pass it along to your readers. Maybe a guest column when you’re busy.
It started with a trip to a wedding of a son of our good friends, which was taking place in neighboring Minnesota. It was me, my wife, and our 2 grown sons in the car with the associated luggage. Enough weight extra that I could notice the difference in how the car handled. One of the tires had been making a low toned warbling sound. It sounded like the tire was out of balance. I had looked at the tread and found no uneven wear. I wasn’t sure if it was a bearing, or maybe a small bulge in the tire, but hadn’t found anything and had left it go. This was simply a background issue that I had in the back of my mind and not something I saw as a major issue.
The trip was about 250 miles and all went well with mostly interstate highway and divided highway miles to get there. The wedding was very enjoyable and we returned home the next day, again flowing with traffic and having no problems.
The following weekend, I went to a neighboring town to get my mother to spend a weekend with us. She gets around with a walker and hasn’t much mobility, so she enjoys getting away for a visit. Sunday morning we went to church and then out to breakfast with the 5 of us. We had an enjoyable breakfast and then returned home. When we got out of the car, my oldest son called my attention to a hissing front tire. Sure enough it was going flat with an clearly audible sound. I wondered where the leak was, so I started to run my hand over the face of the tire to see if I could feel escaping air. Suddenly my hand was jabbed by a hundred ends of broken wire. It was not on the face of the tire, but well into the inner sidewall out of sight unless I had really been inspecting the tire. The steel belting was thoroughly broken for a good half of the tire and there was even a sizable bare spot which was threadbare! I enclose a picture which I felt compelled to take at the time.
This was where the realization of the protecting hand of God came over me. I practically broke into a cold sweat remembering the 4 of us going over 70 mph the weekend before, loaded with people and luggage, jockeying with semi trucks. A catastrophic blowout on a front tire would certainly have been horrible. I might have seen part of my family killed in a terrible accident. Instead, we had traveled on blissfully ignorant of the peril. Even after that, the tire hadn’t blown when I was ferrying my mother, leaving us stranded along the road with her and her walker. It didn’t even go flat while we were eating breakfast, having us come out and finding a flat to deal with. No, it wasn’t till I was back home, where I had all my best tools and jack, and a full sized spare to fix this problem. As it goes with things most times, you don’t fully see the grace of God until you are looking back at it. I not only thanked God, but made sure my sons also saw the realization I had come to. If it were not for the grace of God, we would have had a much worse situation to deal with.
It it for this reason and several more that I feel I have no excuse to lack trust in God. I feel that He has showed me that He will provide in all situations, and that my real security is my total faith in Him. I know that we will very likely face very troubling times, but I never lose a minute of sleep over it, because if He doesn’t have me in his hands, there’s nothing I will be able to do. God bless, Charlie and thanks for the encouraging words!