I was hoping our trip home from Ohio would be a little shorter than our ride out there. Traffic was better coming home, but we took a few detours. First, we drove a little further north than we needed to in order to see Lake Erie. As we were warned ahead of time, it wasn’t much to see. The state park where we stopped had fish skeletons and a rotting goose on the rocks next to the water…everything there smelled, too. The stop provided for a nice break, though. Once we got back to 80 and were heading west, a car pulled up alongside us. I had seen a little smoke come out of the muffler as the car pulled back onto the expressway from the shoulder where it had been, but I didn’t really think much of it. I didn’t really think much of it, but my brother said they were trying to get me to race. I looked over at them and though they weren’t trying to get me to race, I discovered that they wanted me to pull over because their engine was overheating. The water pump was bad and the engine burned up all the oil. To make a long story short, they ditched their car on the side of the road and we drove them to their home in Rockford. We had a chance to share the Gospel with them. There’s no doubt in my mind God wanted us to give the two guys a ride home … the timing was too precise to be coincidental. If we hadn’t gone to Erie, of if I had driven 2 MPH slower or faster, we never would have passed the two guys. So, if you’d like to keep them in your prayers, that would be awesome.

We got home about 2 am this morning, so I’m not sure that my storytelling is making as much sense as it could, so I think I’ll take a nap until some friends stop by on their way back to Iowa.