Miracle On The Road
I learned the hard way that trying to travel life’s highway alone doesn’t always work. With a little help from above, my life runs a whole lot smoother. God recently blessed me with one of those everyday miracles that are often mistaken as coincidences. This gift saved me a whole lot of time and aggravation.
I had been driving for nine hours returning to Michigan from a visit to see my daughter, her husband and my precious granddaughter in Murfreesboro, Tennessee. To pass the time, I was listening to a book on tape. As I was approaching Toledo, I decided to take a break from the book and listen to music. The minute I switched on the radio a breaking news announcement reported a road-closing accident ahead of me on I-75 with the warning to take an alternate route. Just then—that very minute—right ahead of me was the fork in the road that would take me to Ann Arbor and around the accident. If the announcement had been a minute later, it would have been too late. If I had continued with my book on tape, it would have been too late. If I hadn’t been in the left lane that permitted the driver to take either of the forks, it would have been too late.
Although the fork to the right took me a little bit longer to get home, I learned on the news the next day how lucky I was. Had I not had a miracle on the road, I would have been stuck in traffic for at least six hours! Even worse, I was with my other children, 23-year-old Emily and 27-year-old Andy. This impatient twosome would have groaned the whole six hours making my life even more miserable. Thank you, God!