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Good Sunday Mornin'

Shortgrass

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Over 30 years ago I was driving a truck for Weaver Brothers out of Kenai Alaska. I was a young man with just enough experience to be dangerous! I have no doubt that I was a Christian and knew God. But the God that I knew would be there to help you out if you were in a real bind. If big troubles befell you, all you had to do was holler, and God would show up from somewhere and help you through your troubles. I went to church pretty regular, and always put some money in the offering plate. Well, at the time of this story, I had had a few days off, and plenty of hours to drive, and, as always, a little short on cash. The dispatcher told me he had a load of hot oil (asphalt) to go to Anchorage, and his asphalt driver was out of hours; did I want the load? I was quick to jump on it. My assigned unit was a fifth wheel tractor, and so I would need to drive a body tank with a pup. I had reached Cooper Landing when I discovered a flat. I singled the rear dual out and limped on. At Summit Lake I noticed the front axle of the pup had a flat tire. I singled that out also, and gingerly proceeded. As I descended Hope Hill (we called it that because the cutoff to the small Alaskan village of Hope was at the base of the hill) I noticed that the singled out wheel on steering axle of the pup was wobbling. I pulled off at a good wide turn out that “luckily” was very near. I discovered a broken wheel. Well, with two flats and a broken wheel, all limping was over. I would have to drop the pup (this was in the pre-cell phone era) and go to Anchorage to get tires and return for the pup. As I got out of the truck, I felt a strong urge to pray, but after all if a trucker can’t handle this simple task, he needs other work! I blocked the pup unit real well as the hill is pretty steep. I unhooked air lines, unplugged the pigtail, and opened the pintle hook and raised the tongue. As I started to pull the body tank away, something stopped me. Darn! I forgot to take the safety cable loose. As I reached for my tools, I realized that I had left my box of tools in my assigned unit, and I did not have a wrench or any sign of tools in this unit. The cable had a clevis hook that required a 9/16 wrench. Again as I got out of the truck I felt the urge to pray, and again I reasoned that I could do this and wouldn’t need to “bother” God with such a trivial matter. This seems so foolish now, and it is, but at the time, it seemed very logical. I began flagging down traffic, and it was not real plentiful there at that time. No one seemed to have even a Cresent wrench. After about an hour, and the third car, a lady assured me that she had one in the back of her tightly packed station wagon. We unloaded it, only to discover a lug wrench for her car! As I reloaded her vehicle, she did produce a pair of vise grips from the glove box, and it worked! At last I was free to leave the pup and go on to Anchor town. The lady had left, and I thought I was all alone on the Hope hill, but another was present. As I went to mount the unit, I looked on the ground, and there in the gravel was a rust speckled 9/16 wrench! Had I obeyed the urge to pray for God’s help either time, I would have spotted that wrench by virtue of bowing my head. Now, I heard no audible sound, but as I picked that rusty wrench up I heard the thoughts of my mind as if it was God telling me “I was here all the time, why would you not turn to Me? As I lifted my eyes to gaze through an opening in the clouds to a beautiful Alaskan sky, I saw a vision of a God that was very involved in my life. He had caused someone to lose the exact wrench at the exact place where I would need it. He had scheduled every event of my life in minute details ( why me with hours, the other driver out of hours, different unit, forgotten tools - on and on). I was no “bother” to Him, nor did I need to call for Him to come. He was and is here with me; I had spurned Him so many times. I met Hope on Hope Hill. I have Hope upon Hope to this day, and He is more precious than ever. That was a life changing event, and I have been much closer to Him since. Well, thanks for letting me unload this story - sorry it is so long, and have a Good Sunday mornin’…..
 

Faster horses

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That's an incredible story, Shortgrass and you told it well.
We mere humans forget at times about God being supernatural.
We just must remember there is nothing too powerful for our
all-powerful Savior.

Thanks for the reminder. You have a good Sunday and a great rest of the week as well.
 

Shortgrass

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Yes, FH, I guess that is an incredible story. Just to think that God would invest so much of Himself in us lowly creatures! I'll bet there are many such stories out there.
 

MsSage

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Thank you. Too many think God is only watching us from afar. But he is standing beside us every step we take. He wants a close personal relationship with each and everyone of us.
 

leanin' H

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Many times this summer, I was clearly shown that God knows me and my little family very well and has a keen interest in our success. Thanks Shortgrass, for a great reminder that he knows and loves us all.
 

wdcook

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Several times in my life I have misplaced an item, whether an important pater in the house or a tool around the farm, and looked and looked for it. When I "finally" stop to say a prayer many times whatever it was that I was looking for becomes obvious There is a song entitled "He was there all the time." Whatever I was looking for was there all the time I guess, but it took prayer to 'open my eyes.'
 
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