Driving well has never been one of my strong points. Clearly God has watched over me many times while on the road.

When Nancy was small, I would take her with me all the time. One day we were driving around and I took her to a cemetery. (I’ve always liked reading the inscriptions and viewing unusual grave stones). While we were at the cemetery I backed over an area that was soft and my car got stuck. I really didn’t want to call my dad and tell him we were stuck in a cemetery so I was trying my best to get some traction and pull out.

Meanwhile, Nancy got into the back seat and said a very simple prayer to the effect of please Lord let us get out of the grave. Gunning the gas, the wheels gave a big spin and we were free.

Never discount the power of a child’s faith.