Thankful hearts

I know my Facebook friends have taken advantage of the time leading up to Thanksgiving to post the things for which they give thanks, but I think it shouldn’t limit us to November. We have so much to be thankful for every day, all year long. We absolutely love our lives, even on not-so-fun days or even really awful days. God is good ALL the time, not just when we’re having fun.

Probably the thing we are most thankful for after our Lord and our family is the freedom to drop everything and help someone. Our trip to Mexico provided that opportunity. As soon as we heard the trip was being planned, we told Jesse we wanted to go. And that reminds me, I said in my last post that the trip home was a story for another day. I guess this is the day.

The last day in Mexico, we finished up projects in the morning. Then we all piled into the van about 11:30 a.m. and headed out to see the other Friends churches “in the area”, with the knowledge that the ladies would have lunch ready for us at 2 p.m. Remember I said “Flexico”? One of the churches was many miles away and on the way, we stopped to buy candy at a wonderful candy shop in Muzquiz (pronounced moose keys) and to sample limonade at Jugo’s on the square. Four and a half hours later, we pulled back in front of the church. Good thing refried beans are good after reheating!

As soon as we finished “lunch”, we said our goodbyes and climbed into the van again to head for the border. 30 km from Eagle Pass, the van ran out of gas! The road is a toll road with no shoulders but by God’s provision, we rolled to a stop in the one and only water stop between the southbound and northbound lanes.

There was a house just a little way up the road and a couple of brave men walked there to see if they could get help, but no luck. We knew that the pastor of the Aguajita church was headed to Eagle Pass that night and that he would bring gasoline if he hadn’t left yet. Only one member of the group had cell service, but one was enough. The pastor didn’t answer. Another man knew that his wife back home had the phone number of the pastor in Nueva Rosita and could call him. He in turn could get hold of Samuel, the first pastor. And that’s just what happened. The sun went down and we sat safe and warm, waiting for gas to arrive. Gas poured into the empty tank, the key turned and the engine started!

We got through the exit checkpoint several kilometers from the border and felt sure we’d get through the actual border crossing without a problem. Well, we did get through the border crossing, but not without a minor problem. We were asked to get out of the van and waited for the American guards to check everything out.

Eventually we were on our way, across the Rio Grande! No further problems as we went to our motel and SLEPT. The next day we started out before 7 a.m. and just over 12 hours later, we pulled into the parking lot at Northridge Friends Church. Our own bed felt very good that night.

Freedom can’t be taken for granted and we are thankful for our imperfect country, which is still the land of the free.

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One Response to Thankful hearts

  1. Loretta Carr says:

    So grateful that despite some setbacks you all made it back to the US safe & sound. I also agree that God is GOOD All the Time! And very Grateful that we can Always count on that fact!

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