If I ever came in direct contact with an angel, this was the time. Our family was returning from Branson and heading north on highway 13 in our GMC van when the right rear tire blew out.
I pulled out the jack and prepared to change the tire. The problem was that with the jack fully extended, it was not high enough to raise the tire off of the ground. While I puzzled over what to do, a man came riding up on a bicycle and stopped to help. I had not seen anyone on a bike along the highway, and it seemed strange to have him there in the middle of nowhere.
I explained the problem and he immediately walked a few feet from the van and grabbed a piece of lumber, like a 4X4 and arranged it under the jack to provide the extra height. He changed the tire for me, as I recall, then hopped on his bike and rode on north.
I stowed the jack, and as we proceeded on northward I found it amazing that we did not see him along the road, and there were no exit roads there! What do you think? This is but one of a number of times that the Lord has sent someone to help me at just the right place and just the right time. I’ll tell you about more of them next time.