Before you delete or close this window, please know that I’m aware there’s nothing more droll than reading about other people’s vacations. But this isn’t that kind of post. I promise. I just have to tell you what God did today (Wednesday, July 30, 2014).
Since we didn’t know for sure when or if we would be making this trip, we didn’t make any hotel reservations until we got on the road. We also didn’t know that this is the same week that motorcyclists all over the United States would converge to South Dakota’s badlands for the annual Sturgis Motorcycle Rally.
Hotel reservations that a person can reasonably afford, are difficult enough to acquire this time of year. Families visit Mount Rushmore and Yellowstone Park every summer, and getting affordable rooms for five people isn’t easy. But couple that with the Sturgis event, and it’s nearly impossible.
But Praise God, we did find some rooms that allowed a roll-away bed! You have no idea how much of a miracle that is!
Today we drove for twelve hours and if you know anything about I-90 going west through Minnesota and South Dakota, you know how desolate it is. There are very few towns along the route and I couldn’t get internet access most of the way. There weren’t a lot of places to stop for gas and nowhere that we could see to go when your tires shred and fall apart while going 70 mph.
God is so amazing! We heard the thu-thunk of the tire shredding but the car stayed in its lane. What is even more amazing is that we were only about five miles from a Walmart Supercenter which has a tire replacement service. And even more and more amazing–there was not one customer in front of us!
I don’t know how many Walmart Supercenter’s are along rural I-90 , but I venture to guess our tire shredded near one of the only ones. Seriously.
Isaiah, my son with autism, told me that when he heard the tire shred he felt God telling him not to worry, that the angels were holding the tire together and the car on the road. Pretty cool.
Everyone is having a good time so far. Mama Ellen (who has Alzheimer’s) has kept me in stitches with her funny questions and comments. The twins have been amazingly good and patient. There wasn’t much to see along I-90 except beautiful prairie, corn and wheat. But there was a junk art exhibit near Montrose, South Dakota. Pretty weird stuff.
Now we’re tucked into our beds ready to close our eyes and drift off to dreamland. I’m going to snuggle under my blankets content with a peace that God knows what He’s doing, and He’s never surprised. I can depend on Him to take care of me. No matter what happens.