An Expressway Angel

Yesterday while driving home on  I-16 somewhere in the middle of nowhere, a tire blew on the camper.  I pulled over at Exit 27 which was the Jeffersonville Exit.  Jeffersonville is just one of those small towns which dot South Georgia.  Not much there anymore.  So, out there in the middle of nowhere I was getting the jack under the tire when a truck pulled up, a burly bearded guy pulled up with a truck of equipment and ready to help.  Within five minutes I was back on the road and he was on his way.  Unbelievably, he was the boss and owner of a truck and car shop in Jeffersonville.  He came and went like an angel.   

Over the recent years it has become our practice before leaving to ask for God's care as the trip is undertaken.  The prayer is usually a prayer asking God to keep us in a safe place each mile of the way.  Yesterday afternoon that morning prayer immediately came to mind and another one filled with gratitude was lifted toward the holy One who keeps us in His hands.  The road is like our life.  There is always around us the possibility of things going awry.  To know the care and blessing of God at the end of each day is a greater blessing than we often realize.    

It is good to know we are not alone.  It is good to know that goodness lingers in the places where we go.  It is good to know that care and provision often comes to us in surprising ways and through the most unlikely of circumstances.  Over and over I have found this to be true in the ordinary living of my days.  Yesterday, I was reminded of this as an expressway angel stopped to give help and care.  By the way, you may not believe it, but his name was Chris.