“What do you mean, the pump won’t go on?” queried my husband, when I opened the truck door.
I hated to explain the mess I had just found in our new RV. The refrigerator had opened and there was borsch soup everywhere and when I switched on the pump to clean up the mess, no water came out.
My husband stood outside the open RV door in stunned silence. What had been a spotless RV was now strewn with sheets of paper towels and soup.
We had had about six hours of complete bliss … our new truck was working like a dream and the new (well, hardly used) RV stocked full of two weeks supplies. Now this!
“There is something wrong with the electric brakes too”, he said “I didn’t want to tell you”.
Sunday is not a good day to have mechanical problems on the highway. No one wanted to help and our anger grew into depression. For miles there was absolute silence in the cab of the truck. Finally as dusk appeared and we realized we had no interior lights, we pulled over and, completely defeated, crawled into bed.
Next morning we stopped at the first RV centre along the way and I watched as my husband slowly walked inside. My heart ached for him. We had waited a long time for this special holiday and I wondered where God was in all this mess.
In a moment he was out the door with a strange look on his face. He introduced the man with him who invited us in for coffee while we waited. After explaining our problem to a young fellow, he hurried off assuring us he would be back soon. Slowly a glimmer of sunshine broke through our cloudy countenances.
A half hour later he was back, and announced that he had fixed the problem. Someone had inadvertently grounded wires to a plastic instead of a metal base. A deep sigh of thankfulness escaped me and my relieved husband reached for his wallet with a smile … the bill was half of what we had expected.
Somewhere in the interior of B.C. is an RV centre that changed our holiday nightmare into a holiday dream. When I get discouraged about my own personal effectiveness in this world I remember that God is always faithful and how one act of courtesy and consideration changed disaster into delight.
Excepts from article in Triple E RV Adventure May/June 1992.
