Week of January 13
It’s been a long day and we are all tired by the time we
land at Tampa International Airport. We still have another hour to drive home
to Sarasota.
The exhilaration of seeing our son graduate earlier that day
from Navy boot camp at Great Lakes, Illinois is fading
and exhaustion is taking over.
By the time Marcia and I retrieve the bags including her
mother’s luggage, it is nearly midnight. Now the challenge is to find our car
in the color coded parking garage with its monorail system and stops named for
aviation pioneers.
Alleluia! We find it on the first try.
The bags are loaded in the trunk, mom flops into the back
seat, Marcia and I in the front. I turn the key and it won’t start. I try
again. No luck.
Now what?
Marcia announces, “we can call triple A and wait for them to
find someone to come out and help us, or we can pray right here and right now.”
There is a groan and a barely audible “Oh No,” from the back
seat.
Marcia places her hands firmly on the dash and says,
“Lord—its late, we are tired-you know our situation- we need your help to start
this car and get us home in one piece. Thank You Lord.”
The car starts on the very next try.
“I’m a believer now,” says the voice from the back seat.
Robert DesRosiers, Sarasota
Reprinted from Go Figure Sarasota/Manatee with permission
available at Amazon.com.
