Mile after mile sped by as Carol drove the old Chevy along the busy interstate highway toward home. Between intervals of silence and conversation, Carol and her two sisters, Elaine and Gloria, lifted their voices in song, giving thanks and praise to their Creator. How thankful they were for the opportunity to spend the evening with their friends at Pine Creek Church and to receive another inspiring message from God’s Word.
Suddenly their smooth travel was interrupted by signs of trouble. “Now what can be wrong with this car?” Carol worried out loud as she guided the stalled car to the side of the road. “Oh, no, girls, we’re out of gas! I was in such a hurry this evening that I forgot to check the gauge. I thought the tank was almost full when we left home, and… Oh no!” wailed Carol again. “Dad put the cell phone on the counter for me to take along, and I forgot that also!”
“Whatever are we going to do now?” exclaimed Elaine. “Here we are, stranded in the dark, no gas, no phone, and seven more miles to our exit! And another thing, people just don’t stop very quickly these days and offer help. They know that most everyone carries a phone. This seems almost impossible to me!” she mournfully uttered from the back seat.
As the girls lapsed into silence, the old Chevy seemed to shake in protest as a long row of trucks whizzed by. “You know,” said Gloria, “I was just remembering Brother Lester’s message this evening. How can we forget so quickly! Maybe God has allowed this to happen to us so our faith might be increased as we place our trust in Him. Let’s take this to the Lord in prayer. Let’s look for a miracle from God’s hand.”
Together the girls bowed their heads and pled for the Lord’s protection and help.
“You know, I feel better already,” smiled Elaine. “I was so worried and fearful, but since we prayed and committed everything to God, I have confidence that He will watch over us. I’m so glad we have a God who hears all of our cries. What would we do without His comforting Holy Spirit? Let’s sing again.”
“Joys are flowing like a river,
Since the Comforter has come;
He abides with us forever,
Makes the trusting heart His home.
Blessed quietness, holy quietness,
Blest assurance in my soul!
On the stormy sea Jesus speaks to me,
And the billows cease to roll!”
-Manie P. Ferguson, 19th century
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