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Topic: WEATHER (07/19/18)
TITLE: The Floating Mustang
By LeslieJean Anderson
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Hugging her aunt, she said, “Thanks for your wonderful hospitality. Come see us sometime soon.”
“I will. But it looks like rain,” said her aunt.
“We’ll be fine,” said Evelyn as she put the top up. “We’ll be home in a couple of hours.”
Then they all waved goodbye and backed out of the driveway. Evelyn checked the map and turned onto the highway. Soon the small children fell asleep. They were worn out after playing in the hot Texas sun and the sand.
But twenty minutes later, as a mist rolled in from the ocean, Evelyn began to worry. The light rain was getting heavier. A weather report would help, but the radio had been broken for months. She pushed the wiper blades to max, but visibility got worse by the minute.
As the gray intensified, so did Evelyn’s feelings of isolation and abandonment. Why was she driving by herself on a lonely road in a too-small car that needed repairs? It was insane. Nothing was normal anymore. Not since the day her husband returned after a year-long overseas mission and Evelyn realized she was married to a stranger. A dangerous, devious stranger.
Clinging to her belief in a compassionate God who protects loving mothers and their children, Evelyn had fled to Texas, trying desperately to create a stable household and a church life. But it was getting harder every month as money dried up, cars and appliances broke down and bills piled up.
As the road in front of her began to disappear into the grey rain and mist, Evelyn began whispering prayers. The ditches on the side of the road were deep and full, and rainwater was gathering on the surface of the road. She could not see any cars ahead of her or behind her. It felt like the real world was being erased in front of her eyes.
Evelyn glanced at the five heads of her children - three blonds and two brunettes, sleeping soundly with trust and faith that they would wake up in their own driveway. She began to wonder if they would wake up in one of those ditches instead.
Her heart began to pound as vertigo began licking at her sense of balance. She sensed danger on every side. She slowed down. She could hardly see the center stripe and the wipers were hardly helping at all.
“Father God,” Evelyn prayed out loud, her breath ragged. “Please help us. We are helpless and alone…”
Just then she saw a sign and an arrow for a motel emerge from the waterlogged atmosphere, and she carefully negotiated the turn onto another road. Through the deepening fog she saw the headlights of other cars. The faint outline of some buildings and a motel sign also emerged from the gloom, along with some hope that they’d found shelter from the storm.
But suddenly Evelyn felt the car lose traction, and she realized that a huge stream of water was pouring off a nearby parking lot into the street, lifting the low-slung convertible off the pavement. Stifling a cry, Evelyn put pressure on the accelerator, willing the engine to keep running.
The children began to wake up.
“Mommy, my blanket is wet!” said the two-year old.
“Hey Mom – what’s with the water coming through the door?” asked the six-year-old.
“Are we home yet?” asked the four-year-old.
“We’re floating!” yelled the eight-year-old, as he threw his arm out the window, trying to paddle the car to safety.
Only the baby was quiet, soundly sleeping on a soaked pillow under the dashboard.
Breathing heavily, Evelyn gasped, “Don’t worry – we’re ok. Really, we’re ok. A little water won’t hurt us.”
Suddenly she felt the tires connect with the road again. Putting the car carefully into first gear, she gently maneuvered it up an incline towards the motel entrance. When they opened the car doors, water poured out onto the concrete.
The baby began to wake up. He was cold and wet. Hands shaking, Evelyn quickly wrapped him in a dry jacket, and with the other soaked children trailing behind her, they dripped into the lobby.
“We need a room,” she said as a huge wave of relief engulfed her.
An hour later, while the now-dry children watched TV and bounced on the beds, Evelyn turned the shower on full blast to drown out her sobbing and poured out her thanks to God for their safe deliverance.
749 words This is a true story.
Psalm 27:9 – “When my father and my mother forsake me, then the Lord will take me up.”
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