The following was a response from someone about yesterday’s devotional:
“One of my favorite memories is this snowshoe trip when the truck jackknifed and I was 20 weeks pregnant and the whole trip was just one of my favorites!”
Let me give you the rest of the story. This group was being led by me to take the Rocky challenge. Yes, one of the climbers was 20 weeks pregnant. Because she was part Irish, I knew she could handle the physical stress with the determination required.
On the way to the North Maine woods, we followed a tractor-trailer which to me seemed out of place. After a hardy breakfast in Allagash, we headed into the woods. Two miles in, we encountered that very tractor-trailer jackknifed and blocking the whole road. (Now I have many witnesses to this event.) The driver was Russian and only knew about thirty words of English. He claimed to be following his GPS and was to deliver his load of paper in Ohio. On that road he was traveling, you can only get to nowhere. We were able with time and teamwork to get him turned around and headed in a new direction.
This reminds me of many in a foreign land, unable to grasp the language, uncertain as to what they are doing, and headed nowhere:
Luke 19:10
For the Son of Man has come to seek and to save that which was lost.”
Think about it
Gary
P.S. She now has the prettiest and smartest little girl ever delivered in the state of Maine. As to the Russian truck driver, I don’t know if he ever did find Ohio with that load of paper.