Yesterday, as we were driving back from Chattanooga on I-16, we started hearing a strange sound from under the car each time there was a slight dip in the road, a scraping sound that continually got a little worse as we drove east. After listening for a few miles, while wishing it would go away, we decided to pull off and see if we had picked up something that was hanging down and hitting the road.
Rather than stop on the side of the interstate, we opted to pull over at the next exit, which we did. I just wanted to be able to get down and look under the front of the car in order to see if I could tell the cause.
So we exited and pulled into an convenience store area to look. I found a shield of some sort had separated from its holder and was hanging down, making it hit the road each time the car went into a slight depression. All of the bolts, or whatever was supposed to hold it tight to the car frame, had come out or broken off, either as a result of running over a parking stop the last time we broke for lunch, or from running over a large piece of truck tire on the road. Either way, I could not force it back up and make it stay, so that we would not hear the sound.
Looking across an open space from the store, we saw a Ford dealership, and , although we did not have a Ford product, thought that we might get some help there to fix the problem. The service manager, Joel, said he would look into it, and came back a few minutes later, having taken care of the noise problem with a few plastic ties.
God's provision was evident. The noise started just before we got to an exit with a dealership. Even though the service department did not have any of the parts to fit our particular car, they managed to give us a temporary fix, and we could go on our way without the irritation.
In this case, God made it plain to us that He knew and He cared. How many times do things happen in our lives that He takes care of without our even recognizing?
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