“Where am I and where in the world is this road taking me?!”
Today we celebrated my in-laws birthdays with family and friends at Hogback Island out on the river. Everyone had a good time, boating, relaxing under the canopy just hanging out and visiting.
The day was winding down, and as I wasn’t feeling 100%, it was time for me to leave; I needed to get home. With the help of my eldest, I gathered what I needed to take back to the van and made my escape.
To get home, I had to cross the river twice, taking two ferries. No big deal, except for the main ferry only runs every 20 minutes, these days. It’s a huge headache on weekends, but that’s a whole ‘nother story.
I was patiently waiting in line with about a dozen or more other vehicles, when I noticed in my mirror, a lady get out of her vehicle and walk up to the car, a couple cars behind me. Common, as it happens all the time. But then, I heard her voice getting loud as she questioned the driver. I realized then that she was not a local, and needed help.
I opened my car door and leaned half-way-out and listened to her query. I then explained, simply, that the ferry only runs every 20 minutes. She replied, “That’s fine, but WHERE AM I?” She’d been driving all day, having left Idaho early that morning, and her GPS led her to this point. I asked her a couple questions, and quickly figured out why her GPS took her on this little adventure through our back roads.
By this time, the ferry and come and gone, full of cars and we had to wait for the NEXT trip over, and the remaining vehicles had all pulled up to the front of the line.
While we waited, with her husband on speaker phone, the lady was again questioning me about where she was, and how did she end up where we were. It was really quite comical, with her apologizing for her husband’s myriad of questions (like it was MY fault she ended up there?) while we both were quietly laughing at him, because he wouldn’t stop talking long enough for me to even ANSWER ONE of his questions! Finally, she got him to stop talking long enough, so that I could explain exactly why and how she could get back on track.
I know he was just greatly concerned about her safety while traveling and that’s understandable. Ultimately, I was able to assure her that she didn’t have to go back to where she made the wrong turn. I assured her I would, in fact, get her back on the right road, and that with-in half an hour she would arrive at her original destination.
I had her follow me, until she got to the final turn across the bridge and head on to home, or where ever her husband was. She had been pretty frantic, and for me, it really felt good that I was in the right place at the right time to be of assistance to her and her two boys.
If I had not left the BBQ when I did, there’s no telling what would have transpired with the lady; oh, I know, God would have used someone else. But I’m really glad He chose to use me, at this time.
Thank You, Father, for Your faithfulness and helping me to calm the lady down and give her hope.