GOD'S PROMISE ON THE ROAD

The gentle wind was blowing in my face and the sweet fragrance of newly mown hay was wafting through the air, as I gently rested my chin on the open window of our car. As we drove from village to village, I saw rows and rows of corn tassels dancing in the breeze. We were on our family's summer vacation.

Every year we would take off for a different part of the country and experience new sights and sounds. We drove between majestic peaks, past shining seashores, and under a double rainbow arched across the highway. But wherever we were, in big city traffic or in a sudden hail storm, we always felt the comforting safety of God's presence.

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