The early days of Keith and Gretchen’s thirty-three year marriage can best be described as dissonant and dysfunctional. Every adversity, no matter how big or small, brought finger pointing, division and pain. A common love did not arrest the urge to blame and annihilate one another’s dignity in order to avoid accountability and gain an upper hand. Instead of adopting a better behavior, we powered through until some years later we agreed to call it quits. BUT, in God’s great mercy and grace, we were given the chance to push the reset button on life, and we did.
Of course, our commitment as a new creation, was tested. We took a business trip to Phoenix, AZ. Along with us were our girls and a friend of theirs. As always, we let everyday life become an adventure, so, a late afternoon found us off the beaten path, winding through a narrow canyon that would eventually lead us to Interstate 40 and a smooth journey home. Unbeknownst to me, Keith had been watching the oil pressure gage in our SUV, trying to discern the cause of an odd fluctuation. Was the gage itself malfunctioning, or were we facing catastrophic engine failure? Just before we exited onto the interstate Keith and I traded places so he could get some sleep. He asked me to keep watch on the instrument panel, reclined the passenger seat and fell into light rest.
I was enjoying the peace of the moonlight when Keith sat straight up and screamed, “Get off the road, get off the road, turn it off, turn it off!” I didn’t react quick enough. There was a small explosion and smoke burst from under the hood. Our crippled vehicle rolled to a stop on the shoulder, boiling and spewing. The tools we carried with us, along with the generic parts ever present beside them, would be no help on this night. Three pairs of terrified eyes looked through the dark seeking assurance. We did the only thing we could. Keith and I bowed our heads and led them in prayer.
The tow truck arrived with exactly enough seat belts to get us all to a hotel in Gallop, NM, 100 miles away. The next morning Keith was able to get a ride to a puddle jumping airport that happened to have one rental car available. We made our way to Albuquerque where we swapped to a more user friendly minivan for hire and finally arrived home to family and friends that helped us return the broken car back to our garage where my very own mechanic could work his magic.
This event marked a huge turning point in the relationship between four people and a friend. The grownups in charge rose to their calling as people of faith. The children witnessed the God of their parents as worthy of trust and praise. There were no special discounts on this night of peril or the days that followed. But, the recovery company, the hotel clerk and the car rental, all supplied their services as advertised. God provided for everyone, those in need and those working to make a living.
Trials come, life is difficult, but there is the promise of help and hope. Paul’s final comments in his letter to the church at Philippi reminds them and us of help now and hope for ever after.
And my God will meet all your needs according to the riches of His Glory in Jesus Christ. Philippine 4:19
Grace and Peace,
Gretchen