The sun had just set, and darkness was spreading itself across the horizon as I approached the southern part of Dallas on highway 35. Suddenly, as if scattered by some truck weaving from lane to lane, large concrete blocks appeared on the highway. They looked like they were 2 ½ feet high and 2 feet wide. Although I swerved to avoid those in my immediate lane I knew impact had been made but was not aware to what extent.
As I moved down the highway I witnessed numerous disabled vehicles on the side of the road with their drivers standing outside their cars examining them. Finally, after driving approximately fifteen miles, I pulled into a service station where I examined my own vehicle. It was then that I noticed that a large plastic piece under the front bumper had been torn loose. Since it was a Sunday evening with no repair shops open all I could do was shove the detached piece back into place and continue on my journey throughout the night. Once I made it back to Missouri that piece was dragging to the point I had to remove it.
What I had encountered defied all human logic. My little car sits only six to eight inches off the ground. It was like the Hand of God, or a dozen angels, had literally lifted my car and myself up and over this obstacle with just the front belly of the car scraping the concrete block.
During the past week as I have encountered unexpected obstacles scattered across the highway of life, I have often thought about this experience on highway 35. When it looked like a crash was certain it was so easy just to panic or radically turn to miss the obstacle or problem to the extent I crashed into someone by saying or doing something I shouldn’t have.
It is for that reason I couldn’t afford to just read II Timothy 1:7…
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