Chapter Six (Continued)
Breakin' A Buck Is Very Deer!
If you gave an answer to someone who was under your authority, and they
didn't want to listen to your answer, what would you think. They keep
bothering you about it wanting to have things their way and, of course,
your answer is the same. Wouldn't you consider that rebellion?
Meanwhile, back in the storm,,,,
As we listened to our CB Radio we heard that the girl was severely
injured. Immediately, I turned my thoughts from our delemma to that of the
young woman. That was the last we heard of her situation, but I know that
the Lord had honored my prayers. If there were any way of learning about
her, I would like to know how God had helped her.
Throughout this whole ordeal, I was singing, "He is here, Hallelujah, He
is here, Amen..." and I could almost feel my faith grow in leaps and
bounds. I felt that in God's hands I was invincible and that old serpent,
**lucifer, and all his demons wouldn't dare come near me. I began rebuking
**satan, his devilish little imps and even the snow. I know that sounds
strange, but read on.
As we climbed the grade of, I believe, the next to the last mountain west
of Cumberland, MD, I wondered how much I could endure. I know that the
Word says, "I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me
Philippians 4:13." It had to be by the strength of Christ that I was
driving for those many hours,,, without sleep.
Also, The Word says that "...all things work together for good to them
that love God, to them who are called according to His purpose" (Romans
8:28). According to His promise, I was going to make it safely and
for His glory.
As we topped the ridge, we looked out into what appeared to be another
land. There before us were patches of snow on the ground and nothing but
water on the road. The three of us literally rejoiced at the sight. I
never thought that I would feel so wonderful to know that Cumberland was
only a little ways ahead of us.
I asked Daawn and Kaylon if they would like to stop in Cumberland to see
my brother Allen and his wife Brenda and maybe their son Brian. Since we
needed the rest, and an opportunity to relax from the tensions of the last
335 miles, we all agreed.
You might ask, "Why are they stopping to visit with a storm of that
magnitude closing in just behind them with only 65 miles to go?" God does
nothing in vain. When God gives me the unction to do something in
particular, I will not question it. He knows what He is doing, while I
don't know in the slightest.
We drove into Cumberland and to Allen and Brenda's front door. As we sat
and talked with them, we discussed the storm and its severety. They could
barely believe what we were describing to them. They told us that the
weather forcast implied that there would be some snow but not that
much.
Then Allen told me that he was planning to travel to Frostburg later that
evening. I strongly urged him not to go and told him how that stretch of
highway was the worst of our entire trip. He ended up cancelling his trip.
If God had not, by His power, helped us to make it this far and experience
what we had, my brother would have gone into those mountains and possibly
had an accident and been seriously injured or even killed. The Lord
definitely has a mysterious way of working things out.
The remainder of the trip to Hagerstown was very relaxed and calm. Because
I'd travelled that 65 mile road between Cumberland and Hagerstown many
times, it had become rather boring. But this time it was like
driving on a strange road. I noticed things. I was consious of even the
little things along the way and I was very blessed indeed to be there.
After our visit in Hagerstown, we decided that we would watch the national
weather forcast (finally). We were informed that the storm was to
stay in the northern states and not move more than a few miles into
Tennessee. This was fine with us, so we chose to return home through
Virginia and Tennessee.
About one o'clock in the morning, we entered Tennessee and stopped at the
Tourist Information Center. While we were there the night maintenance man
informed us that a woman had had an accident just a few miles further down
the road. I immediately thought there might be inclement weather but he
reassured us that all was OK, and there was no bad weather that he knew of,
,, unless a cow constitutes bad weather.
Huh? A cow? I've heard of "raining cats and dogs" but not "hailing cows."
Aparently, a woman had just left the Visitor's Center. Just a few miles
south from where we were, it seems she had been driving along, northbound
on I-81, and hit a cow. That's right, a COW! A BIG WHITE COW! How could
one miss seeing a 1,000 pound white wall!?! How do you tell that to the
insurance company with a straight face?
Apparently, the cow wanted to try life in the fast lane. Like usual, life
in the fast lane winds up in death... Eternal Death.
Needless to say, we pittied 'Ol Bessie' and proceeded on our way. After
driving several miles down the highway, what should we see but a Police
Cruiser, complete with an Officer, a tow truck, and of course, 'Ol Bessie'.
With the tow truck they were hoisting up a huge white cow! Dawn immediately
states that, "They sure are riasing the steaks now, huh?"
The lady drives a totalled car home and they TOW the COW?!?
We rest of the return trip was rather enjoyable. We would be in the middle
of a conversation and someone would always say, "Moooooooo!"
Come to think of it, we didn't pay our last respects to poor 'Ol Bessie'.
Breakin' A Buck Is Very Deer!
I was so glad when I was able to buy my first new car in 1992. I had
always had to buy cars which were anywhere from eight to twenty-five years
old. Most of them were a ten to fifteen years old.
I was finally blessed, after twenty-five of driving and owning a great
variety of vehicles, I was allowed to buy a new car. I had even had my
preferences. I liked the teal green and I liked the new design on the
'92 Pontiac Grand Am. I decided to keep my eyes open for the car of my
dreams. A Teal Grand Am. But what were the chances that I would get one
just like that?
Well, the very evening I had made up my mind to get a new car, I looked in
the car adds. There at the local dealer, was a Grand Am. I though well,
that's OK. It's the car I was wanting.
I drove to the dealer to see what they had. I saw several cars there that
were nice. I asked the salesman about the car in the paper. We chatted as
we walked toward a teal colored Grand Am. I though, "Pay the man and get
it out of here." But he took me to the Transport Van next to it. Well, I
took it for a test drive because I never drove one of them before.
It was nice, but not what I wanted, and I told him that. He said, "The
only other car your price range is this Grand Am. He pointed to the teal
one."
I thought, "Just give me the keys and let me get it on the road!" But I
was cool. I acted like I didn't care one way or the other.
After driving the car, I bought the teal green Grand Am. I was quite proud
of the car. And the more I heard nice things being said about it, the more
'proud' I was of it. It was my baby.
I bought the car in November of 1992, and I had gone to Maryland to bring
my son, Joe, and youngest daughter, Robyn, to Arkansas. The car was only
one and one half months old.
On the return trip, we got just 5 miles east of Salem, AR. in the wee
hours of the morning. I was driving my nice new car along when suddenly,
a deer ran onto the highway. It was so sudden that I could do nothing but
hit it.
I was doing about 55 mph when I hit it below the knees. It fell on the
hood and looked at me as it passed by the windshield. Up over the car it
went. "ARRRGGGGGHHHHHHH!!! MY CAR!" I thought.
Then I thought,
"LUNCH!"
I screeched to a halt, jumped out and ran back to see my prize.
But I found one very important factor. I had to find my
prize first.
I don't know how it did it, or where it got to, but it was very gone. My
STEAKS were gone.
The next day, I took the car to the repair shop. The front of the hood was
pressed down where the deer first landed on it. It was $1,500 damage. And
absolutely nothing to show for it,,, except for some fur in the hood
and grill.
God was showing me the it was He that gave me the car and He can
quickly take it from me if I begin putting it before Him. It was
my 'baby' and I was proud of it.
From that point, I was certain to be thankful for all that I have, since
it was given to me by God.
We can learn lessons from virtually everything in life. We just have to
keep our eyes open, watch and look for things to learn from.
Praise be to God.
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Chapter Three - Behind A Badge, but Under The Blood
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