It's great to see you here, Dee, and I hope your birthday has been pleasant so far. You have many friends in FW who love you dearly and all of us with one voice sing "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DEAR DEE, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU"
WELCOME, Ann! It's so good to see you. Help yourself to all the goodies which are piled high on every table but covered so Ole Blue doesn't make a pig of himself. And the puppies will eat everything that isn't nailed to the floor, so whatever is left, Ann, you're welcome to enjoy!
Have I ever got a praise report for you all this afternoon! John said he had to drive to a nearby town and wanted to know if I would like to go along for the ride since it's an absolutely gorgeous day here in N.C.
On the way home in mid-afternoon, the car started careening and fishtailing all over the road, crossed the center line briefly then went off the road on the passenger side, where he quickly brought it to a stop in the grass. A 4 inch square hole had blown out on the side of the tire. The first thing we did was start thanking the Lord, that the traffic on that busy highway was light in mid-afternoon or John might have hit an approaching vehicle head-on when he crossed the center line. Then we thanked the Lord that it wasn't dark because this was a wooded area out in the country with no houses for several miles. We thanked God that John was able to keep the car under control until he could bring it to a safe stop and that neither of us was injured at all. I've been in three very serious vehicle accidents and I never want to do that again.
John was kneeling beside the car trying to get the tire off when a new white truck passed us,then turned around and came back. A young father and his 11 year old son jumped out of the truck and the dear boy said to us "I saw that you were having car trouble so I asked Dad if we could come back and help you." They were the kindest father and son! The dad took our spare down the road for a mile to his house and gave it some more air so we could get home ok (another 35 miles, I would guess). When they had finished, John took out his wallet to pay them and they both adamantly refused but John convinced the father to let his son accept some payment and the boy was tickled to death.
Things here at home are quiet, John is watching the playoffs on television and I'm going to stretch out for a little nap. But it could just as easily have been a very different scene here this afternoon if we hadn't been under the umbrella of God's protection. John was driving about 60 mph and if he had hit someone head on when he crossed the center line, real tragedy would likely have occurred.
God is so good. All the time. With my whole heart I praise Him. Thank You, thank You, thank You, Father!!! Amen