And
finally we headed back home. One of our
fastest quick trips ever was at its conclusion, and we both commented that we
were exhausted and hadn’t really done much of anything. And of course, the trip home from Waco
included the longest first leg ever. The
traffic was horrendous in places we had never seen traffic before. At one point
a train stopped traffic.
And
there were trucks. Big trucks. They all decided to use this particular road
at this particular time. And it was not
a good decision for some of them. We saw
one truck on the side of the road whose load had shifted dangerously. In another side-of-the-road scene a truck was
stopped with every door on his trailer opened.
Not sure what had been inside, but I guess they all escaped.
The
worst jam, however, came just outside of Nowhere. An 18-wheeler was on the side of the road and
police were directing traffic around it.
As we inched our way past, praying that no one had been hurt, we saw
that the entire cab had burned completely to the ground. Never saw that before. The tiny little brush truck from the nearest
volunteer fire department was cleaning up and rolling up its hose. Kudos to that crew, too. From what we could see, the trailer had no
damage at all. Nice job.
Psalms
95:3 says, “For the Lord is the great
God, the great King above all gods.”
Father,
thank you for the work of those guys on that truck fire. Amen.
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