The station wagon lumbered over the roads of the Blue Ridge Mountains. We were headed to Tennessee for a family reunion. My sons, Loren and Robert, played Crazy Eights while I looked for a campsite. Every day we stopped around 3:00 to swim, play, eat supper and bed down for the night. Whenever Howard awoke, he drove while the boys and I slept. 

We stopped at Mineral Springs RV Park. The boys swam in the cold aqua pool. We ate lentil soup, sandwiches, and oatmeal cookies. After singing and stories, we repacked the car. At the back of the wagon, I pulled things out of the open window and set them on the top of the car, preparing to transfer them up front. I wanted my Bible to read if I awoke before the boys. There was also a book on parenting I had been reading.. Everything was finally settled, and we slept. 

Sometime around two, Howard awoke and started driving over the bumpy mountain roads, across railroad tracks, and down the superhighway at 80mph. He stopped around six to get gas. The boys roused and went to use the restroom. On the way back to the car, Loren said, “Mom, what is your Bible doing on the roof?” I was shocked. The Bible had ridden on the roof for four hours during all kinds of road conditions. The parenting book was gone, but my frequently read, marked-up, loved Word of God was still there. I felt a deep sense of love and care from God. Knowing how much that Bible meant to me, maybe there was an angel riding along holding the Bible in place.

“I have loved you with an everlasting love.” Jeremiah 31:3