When we were on the field full time (for those not familiar with the lingo, that just means evangelistic filed, where dad was preaching in a different church every week.) Usually our week consisted of revival services Sunday morning and Sunday night then Monday thru Friday nights. Then on Saturdays we would travel to the next location.
This one summer we were traveling in a truck and 5th wheel motor home. From what I remember the truck was brown and old. It seems to me that something on it broke, blew up, spewed out or popped, on every road trip. We planned extra time in our travel days for breakdowns.
Once when traveling to the next revival, dad noticed that smoke was coming from under the hood of truck. He quickly pulled over, a rather burly looking man on a Harley was behind us and passed us as soon as dad got stopped good. Dad popped the hood and there was a fire in the engine. About the time dad started yelling for mom to get all is out of the truck the man on the Harley was back. He was shaking his 20oz Dr. Pepper as he came to a stop. He jumped off his Hogg and popped the top off the Dr. Pepper and let it spew all over the fire. It was just enough to put the fire completely out.
It's those very cool memories of God's timing and provision that reminds me that He will always take care of us . I don't know what we would have done if the Harley man wouldn't have been there. I guess we would have had to watch the truck go up in flames, along with the 5th wheel motorhome. But instead God provided a thirsty burly man to the rescue!!
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