When I finally got the car stopped, my leg wouldn't quit shaking for several minutes.
This whole trip I felt that God was with me, my co-pilot. I've been reflecting on 'how/why' this happened...and all I can come up with is that it was a test of my faith and trust in God.
My daughter has been fighting against believing in God. This evening I called her again just to tell her how much I enjoyed our time together and she told me she actually prayed that I would have a safe return trip home [she has refused to pray for years and has asked me to leave out 'details' of my religious stuff in conversations]....so maybe this and a few other things are a start to the restoration of a belief in God. That's what I'm praying and hoping for.
Rowdee .. many folks go thru that stage but in time we all come around and realize .. Yes there is a God and prayers are a good thing ..
Some folks just need to figure this out in their own way .. but when they do it opens a whole new world