The Long Journey Home

A sobbing daughter on the other end of the telephone puts any mother on edge.

Sunday afternoon our daughter flew into Columbus, Ohio from a geology trip out west. But the 2 hour drive from Columbus to Cincinnati took her 7 hours.

First she veered off Interstate 71 South onto Interstate 70 East by mistake. An hour later I received the first tear filled call. “Mom, I’m lost!”

The dinning room table became our control center. With a map of the state of Ohio spread out in front of me and the telephone glued to my hear we got her turned around though 3 hours from home and a little shaken.

The second tear filled call came about 5 minutes later and held a hint of hysteria with the sobs. “Mom, I have a flat tire!!”

What is a mother to do?

I prayed and stayed by the phone and God answered my prayers.

First an Ohio State Trooper changed her tire. Second three managers at a Wal-Mart a few minutes further down the road changed the spare to a road worthy tire for the 100 plus miles between her and home. The auto repair department closed less than an hour before she got there.

Sunday evening before I closed my eyes I thanked God for the individuals He sent to get our “little girl” home.