on the road again - part 2

Part 2 – When I left you I was on the shoulder of Rt 50 waiting on my brother Paul to bail me out of my situation.  (Paul is one of those “brother from another mother” brothers.)

• He arrived quicker than he said.
• He arrived with the ever present smile that he is known for.
• He arrived with questions about my well being.
• And he arrived with what I needed, a full gas can.

That’s a pretty complete picture of our Father and Paul looks more like Him every day.

Gas into the tank.  Key into the switch.  Foot onto the peddle and I was on my way to the gasoline station a mile ahead.  While filling the tank there, we stood and talked to each other about the situation, our children, grandchildren, churches and never once did he let on that he had been inconvenienced in any way.  As we engaged in our parting hug I told him “Paul, I can’t thank you enough.” To which he responded “What else could I do?  You’re my brother.”  We hugged again and each climbed into our trucks to head opposite directions.

The road was wide open and except for the monsoon that I was almost immediately in the ride was uneventful.  Well, except for the wipers stopping when they got tired.  Except for the leaks in the old truck alternately dripping on my leg and arm.  Except for the occasional standing water puddle to surprise without warning.  But through it all I knew that my Father was watching over me and had every “special problem” in control just as He had earlier when I was sitting on the side of the road. 

BTW, when I came out at 5:45am to go to dialysis I flipped the switch to the forward tank, just as I had repeatedly done on that shoulder in Salisbury, started the truck and drove to the clinic with the gasoline that had been there all along.  I guess I didn’t REALLY need gas last night.  I just needed a little ‘family reunion’.