Today, on Life with Lynnie (LwL), I'm going to write about something that hasn't happened to me in many years.
Go ahead. Laugh. I can chuckle with you!
However, at the time yesterday, it wasn't funny.
I suppose I should start at the beginning and let you know that I had an errand to do. Not here in my city, or even nearby.
My errand was in Michigan. In one of the suburbs of Detroit.
Normally, I go across the border alone. However, because my friend M had recently obtained a passport, she decided to go with me.
I must say that things went well crossing the bridge into USA. And, we got on the right highway, immediately. I-96 west was where we made our way.
Only once previously had I been to where we were headed for our first stop. And, it seemed at that time, like it was a long drive.
Yesterday, I kept saying that it seemed like too long a drive, but we agreed to keep going. Eventually, I realized that we had passed the area where we had been headed to.
M handed me the google map that was not one of detail, but a basic map of the area, and I realized for the first time, that I-96 divides itself and becomes two (2) different roadways.
I'm not talking about heading in different directions. No, these were both running parallel to each other, and both were called I-96!
My first thought was, 'how could this be?!'
After all, normally the highway systems are numbered to show that they are part of a highway system, but going in a different route, by adding another number in front of the highway number. An example being in the Detroit area... I-696.
But this wasn't the case! When I realized that somehow we had gotten onto the more northerly of the parallel I-96 highways, I headed back towards where we were supposed to be. I suppose I should get a map of Michigan, and one of Detroit to keep in my vehicle!
Once we were in the general area of our destination, we began to wonder if we were headed in the right direction.
Opening a window, I enquired of a person if they knew where the road was that we were looking for. The woman replied that she didn't.
M joked about finding a policeman. I prayed, silently.
Within a few moments, M pointed out that there was a police car a couple of vehicles ahead of us. Then, she joked about pulling them over and asking them for directions. After all, police usually pull drivers over! Not the other way around.
To her surprise, when we were stopped at a traffic light, I opened my door, and proceeded to the Police Car ahead of us.
The officer gave me directions, but said we should follow them into the gas station beside us. He didn't like the idea of me standing out in the road.
I did exactly what the Police Officer had requested.
At first, M was a little tense. But, I got out of my van, and one of the two (2) officers got out of their car. We met, and he confirmed to me that we were indeed on the right track. He gave us further information, which I was grateful for!
All M could do was laugh, when I got back into my van! We chuckled together, thinking about how we had sort of pulled over the cops, instead of the cops pulling us over!
Within minutes, we reached my destination. And, I did my errand.
Even though we laughed over the whole incident, I was truly thankful. And, I believe M was, as well.
We praised God and thanked Him for helping us, every step... or should I say, mile... of the way!
Being thankful of all God did for us, brought to mind Psalm 118:1, "O give thanks unto the Lord; for he is good: because his mercy endureth for ever."
Yes, God showed us mercy. He showed us mercy when He provided someone, even though it was a Policeman, to assist us in our need.
He provided for us in every aspect.
Once my errand was done, He led us, without any problem, to the area where M had hoped to do some shopping. Believe me when I say I was thankful for His goodness to us!
After all, we accomplished everything we had set out to do. With God's help, of course!
Later, we made our way back to the Ambassador Bridge area. Instead of crossing immediately, we went to my favourite Mexican restaurant and enjoyed a very late lunch, together. Then, we headed for home, in Canada.
At the Canadian side of the bridge crossing, we were thankful for God's mercy in providing us with such few cars in the customs area, that it only took us a couple of minutes to be released and on our way home.
Due to this, M arrived home, before her son arrived home from school. We praised God for this!
Yes, God was good to us! He showed us mercy in so many ways! And, for this, I am truly thankful!
Until next time...
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