My daughter and her new husband were moving across country with all their belongings packed into a rickety trailer they were pulling behind their car. Barely a hundred miles from home they pulled off a busy Los Angeles freeway to get a snack, and to their horror they discovered that the metal rod connecting the car and the trailer was just ready to break in two. "You were mighty lucky," the service station attendant told them. "A few more minutes and that thing would have snapped. On such a busy freeway as this, someone would have been killed for sure."
Lucky? That's not how [my daughter] Lisa saw it. "God saved us," she told me when she called home. "Just like when he provided the job for Dad after we read the book of Job. Just like he worked it out for me to go to get those shoes I needed but we couldn't afford. Just like he had the attorney talk us into raising the insurance on our house three weeks before it burned down."
The things she mentioned had been "signs and memorials" for our family. And my daughter was calling upon them to give her strength, to remind her of God's faithful care and provision, to assure her that God would be with her and her husband now just as he had been with our family in the past. And she was adding the not-quite-broken trailer hitch to the list.
Now Lisa and her new husband were beginning to establish signs and memorials of their own. From here on, they could look back in times of trial and uncertainty and say, "God will bring us through this. Remember the trailer and how he protected us then?" AUTHOR: Kay Marshall Strom
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