IN THE WEE SMALL HOURS OF THE MORNING…WELL, I AM AWAKE NOW, MIGHT AS WELL PRAY THEM THROUGH

My brother's picture of the snow on I-70 Colorado, Early Sunday Morning. Psalm 94:18-19 from my Bible Study this morning.

My brother’s picture of the snow on I-70 Colorado, Early Sunday Morning. Psalm 94:18-19 from my Bible Study this morning.

In the wee small hours of the morning
When you are finally fast asleep
You jolt awake not thinking as you move
Just anything to stop that annoying beep.

Adapted from Frank Sinatra’s In the Wee Small Hours of the Morning,

Lyrics Bob Hillyard, Music, David Mann, 1945.

At 12:47 AM, Mother’s Day, May 10, 2015 Terry and I, Max and Emma were all snuggled down in bed fast asleep. Suddenly, a familar run of beeps filled the air.  I attempted to bolt upright, but was hindered by my position against Terry’s back, with Emma scrunched up against me on the other side and Max laying across my feet—God Help Us if there is ever a fire!

Naturally, I reacted by punching Terry in the shoulder with my chin…”You are getting a text!”  My mind, of course, went into panic mode.  Folks you know do not text you in the “wee small hours of the morning” without cause.  Lately in our family there has been plenty of cause, Mike and Jen’s house fire, Martha’s stroke and blocked right carotid artery.  WHAT NOW?

Indeed, as Terry climbed back into bed with his cell phone in hand, I knew something was up. “Going to need you in on this one.”  My brother, Terry, my sister-in-law, Kay, and my nieces were in blizzard conditions in Colorado, traveling from a granddaughter’s wedding in Utah home to Enid, Oklahoma.  After reading the message, we prayed, sent a text to confirm that we had and would continue to do so.  My sweet husband suggested they follow the Lord.  As you can see as you read through the texts…their next text confirmed that the Lord had sent a snow plow…from postings on Facebook since this time, I suspect the snow plow was a semitrailer truck…that is not confirmed.

I knew I was not going back to sleep until I had traveled this scary road with them providing any support I could through prayer or other means.  I discovered some things that may be useful that night as I sat in my rocking chair with Terry’s cell and my iPad, you can bring up any interstate highway in any state, get conditions, Exits, services at the exits etc.  I had I-70 on my screen in seconds.  I prayed when I knew they were stuck…God sent a man with a flat bed truck to get them out.  Then I knew they were near the Eisenhower Tunnel, so I checked for the next exit with services and the distance, sent that information.  At around 2:30 they had arrived there gassed, taken comfort breaks and gotten food.

During this whole exchange I felt as if I were there with them, but I knew God was.  You may notice if you read through the texts that at one point I asked for their GPS coordinates.  I am not sure what I thought I was going to do with them (way too many TV rescue shows)…Was I going to call the Colorado State Police and demand they send a helicopter, supplies, etc. to their  location?  Well, in my defense…I am not at my best in the wee small hours.

I am thankful however that they texted us, allowed us to participate in their unwanted adventure, and pray for them.

Series of Texts Below:

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One thought on “IN THE WEE SMALL HOURS OF THE MORNING…WELL, I AM AWAKE NOW, MIGHT AS WELL PRAY THEM THROUGH

  1. Kay Ivy

    Thanks for being there for us. It meant so much to know that our dear family was aware of our need and praying for us.

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