My husband’s and my flight from Lousiville Ky, to Dallas, TX was uneventful, except that our airplane was one of the last to arrive at the Texas airport that evening. My Beloved had reserved a rental car for us to drive down to Temple, Texas so he could have his delicate ear surgery. Upon arriving at the rental car facility, however, we found that they were unable to rent to us since they required a major credit card to reserve the vehicle. (Not necessarily to pay for it, but just to reserve it, in case some bonehead decided to go speeding off with their 2012 Camaro with only a debit card on file!) We only have debit cards.
No problem, they say. Dollar Thrifty will probably do it for you.
So we went there, with high hopes. We were getting tired, and wanted to get the 2 ½ hour trip from Dallas to Temple behind us so we could be on time for My Beloved’s doctor appointment for 9:00 the next morning.
Unfortunately, for reasons too lengthy to post, they were unable to rent us a car. And neither were Budget or Avis. We found ourselves back at the airport at 2am, sitting by the Avis counter, wondering how we were ever going to get to Temple on time, let alone get some sleep.
The last flight came and went, and the airport was shut down. The Avis lady was in the process of closing up her place when she asked, “How could you be so calm? What are you going to do?”
I looked up at her and replied, “Well, I’m not sure what we’re going to do, because now everything is all closed down. We don’t know anyone here that could help us, and even the bus lines aren’t running. But we’ve been in plenty of tight places before, and I know God will take care of us. He always has; He will do it again.”
She looked at me with a puzzled expression, then turned away and continued closing. We were still discussing useless possibilities when she came up a few minutes later and remarked, “Maybe my Little White Car may want to make the trip.”
Now it was our turn to give her a puzzled expression. We looked at her dumbly, and she continued, “Yes, I think the Lord wants me to take you down there.” We tried to talk her out of it, but it was to no avail, and within minutes, we were riding down the highway toward Temple in her Little White Car.
So this lady who didn’t know us from Adam and Eve carried us 2 ½ hours down to Temple, then turned around and drove herself all the way back! A-MA-ZING!! Needless to say, we made it to My Beloved’s appointments, and the surgery went well. God has been so good to us.
We are thoroughly astounded at the goodness of God sending us His Midnight Angel!