One of the memorable things about my recent holiday was something that happened on the second morning there.
Living in Norfolk we have few, if any steep hills around where I live, so although I had been to North Yorkshire several years ago, I`d forgotten quite how steep some of those hills were.
When I arrived I safely navigated my way down steep hills to the flat where I was staying. The next morning deciding to go out for the day, I ofcourse had to drive up the hill, so knowing the road I had come down was steep and twisty I decided to try the other one out of the village. But, that was just as steep and I found myself stalling the car and struggling to get up it.
So, the next morning I was very apprehensive about going out with the car, as which ever way I went I had to go up a steep twisting narrow road. I knew I couldn`t stay in the small village for every day of my holiday, for one thing there was no grocers or butchers and I needed some food! And common sense said to me, you`ll have to go up the hill when you leave on Saturday and the longer you wait the worse you`ll get about it.
I got into the car, praying that I`d get up the hill ok.
As I left the driveway of the flats, a bus was just pulling away from the bus-stop in the road, `Oh, no`, I thought `I`ve got to follow that bus I just hope he doesn`t have to stop at a bus-stop on the hill`. But, as we began the ascent of the hill, I found myself thinking `Well, if he can get that bus safely up the hill, and he`s much bigger and heavier than me, I must be able to do it`. And I did, very easily! I found myself then thanking God for sending that bus to guide me up the hill that morning. I think it`s something I shall always remember of God answering prayer.