27 Jan 10: As we entered the highway under the last glimmers of evening light, Slick glanced in the side view mirror to look for cars before he merged into the right lane. The movement of something round bouncing away from the trailer caught his eye. He conveyed what he saw to me and we both immediately thought about the waste cap – round and on the left side, and can easily come loose from the jarring of the highway. Being far more conservative than I tend to be, he pulled off at the next exit less than a quarter mile away.

I sat in the truck as he investigated, half wondering why he was being so cautious.

“We’re done for the night,” he announced as he returned to the cab. “What?” I replied in my standard helpful way.

Slick had seen not the waste cap, but part of a bearing depart from the trailer. Now the axle, sans bearing, stuck through the center of the tire at a funky angle. We limped across the street to a gas station where we left the trailer while Slick settled Zoe and I into billeting at Sheppard AFB, which happened to be only 15 minutes away. He was up most of the night getting the trailer to a reputable repairman in thriving Iowa Park, TX.

Thankfully the delay of almost exactly 24 hours allowed us to check the weather and re-route ourselves to avoid a large winter storm in the Rocky Mountains. Amy Grant’s song about the angels that watch over us: “Reckless car ran out of gas before it ran my way…Near misses all around me, accidents unknown. I never see with human eyes the hands that lead me home. But I know they’re all around me, all day and through the night…” As I ponder why He may have given us this delay, I’m finding it easier to rest in His change of our plan. He knows best.