While I'm Thinking About It

Several years ago while living in Western Pennsylvania, Cindy and I were having a really difficult time financially. All of our children were still living at home, we were 1400 miles from our families, our automobiles were beyond going, and there was no foreseeable way we could have them repaired or replaced. It was clearly out of our hands and we knew it. A successful businessman from the church we attended was, unknown to us, replacing his wife's minivan with a new one. They showed up at our door one evening and gifted us the Dodge Grand Caravan that was still, by our standards relatively new! After I pleaded with them, they allowed me to pay them the ridiculous sum of $1 just so I could claim I had bought it. (The male ego does seem to support the notion that God has a sense of humor.) I am still, some 25-30 years later brought to tears as I write this. It is true that these people responded to our unspoken plea, but God was the source of our automotive deliverance. He moved the Sessions family and they re