out three hours west and a little north of us. We'd been planning for ages to go on the motorcycle but it was raining, with no indication it would stop, so we took the car. When we saw this sign, we should have realized it's warning.... As you can see, the water levels were really high, even on the main road going through town but we were doing fine until a bus passed us and caused a wave of water to cover our hood. The car sucked in water instead of air and that was it for our car. We couldn't get it started again. Paul got out to push it to higher ground and ended up part of a crew that pushed other's cars as well. Here's some pictures of what it was like.
All this happened about 2pm. We called the RAC (equivalent to AAA) and began to wait. The local pub gave about 30 of us a spot on their floor with blankets for the night. We finally heard from RAC at 1:30am telling us they wouldn't make it, roads were closed. The next morning people started leaving our room around 4:00 since the roads were clearer in some directions but since our car was dead, we tried to sleep more and finally gave up trying around 5:00. We waited for the pub's office to open to use their phone and began trying to call RAC again. After what seemed like hours of waiting we were told that most likely it wouldn't be until midnight that they would get to us. We sat in our car, walked up and down the main street, had some lunch, walked some more, waited, wondered how the day would end up knowing
God already had it planned, learned that a watched cell phone never rings, thought about Noah being stranded for a year... At 3:00 we noticed a RAC van in the parking area where we were. Paul asked if they were looking for our car but we were told we weren't on his list. But, he said he'd take a look at the car and within 10 minutes, he had it running! As he was working on the car we noticed the sign on the building behind where we had providentially pushed the car.Our God-send mechanic, David, probably wondered at our celebration when he got the car going. We had been told it was probably a "write off" and RAC was not even sending a recovery van to see if they could get it started but a tow truck. So, we got home early evening on Saturday. Paul was to preach the next day and I was doing Children's Worship. Guess what we were reviewing....Noah and the Flood! I realized how impatient I felt during those 24 hours of waiting, compared to Noah who waited over a year to be rescued. I do thank the Lord for a husband who does stay calm and confident in the Lord's care during times like this. Looking back we see why there was such a delay in the tow truck coming. We give thanks to the Lord for not answering our prayers the way we wanted (bringing the tow truck) but giving us needed grace to wait for what He had planned. It reminds me of a favorite quote from the book Peaceful Living in a Stressful World, "I am not designing a day but discovering a day He has already made."
