As we pulled into the parking lot, our front tires glided over the seemingly firm gravel driveway, but sadly as Uriah climbed the slight hill, it’s back tires started slipping on the mud. Dad tried backing up (He’s an excellent driver and has gotten us out of so many “tuff” situations!), and pretty soon we noticed our back tiresÂ disappearingÂ into the mud. The tires quit disappearingÂ when it reached a slick layer of ice underneath! Reality = there was no getting out until there was some assistance! We all started praying. John started to work trying different ways to help us get out, but to no avail. A friendly neighbor noticed our distress and came over with his Yukon and tow rope to see if that would help us get out.
They got everything all hooked up, but as soon as the Yukon started to pull, the rope broke! At that point, we knew that we were going need something much bigger to pull us out. A tow truck was soon to be called, but our coordinator’s husband worked at a truck dealership and offered to bring out a truck to pull out the bus. It was reported that he was on his way, and we were very grateful that we didn’t have to call a tow truck. Meanwhile, we started focusing on getting setup for the conference. Just a little later, a truck pulled up whom Dad thought was the coordinator’s husband.
We all heard that the bus was going to get pulled out now, so we gathered outside to watch. The man got his truck into position and hooked the sling to the bus. We were all so excited when he pulled the bus out! Only afterward, did Dad realize that it was not the coordinator’s husband but a passerby that had kindly stopped to lend a hand. Are these Canadians ever so kind? Eh?
The coordinator’s husband didn’t have a cell phone, so we couldn’t tell him that we were out of the mud hole! He showed up a little later with a truck, and we were so grateful for the effort that he made to come help us!
â€œHe will fulfil the desire of them that fear him: he also will hear their cry, and will save them.â€ (Psalms 145:19)