A story of God’s protection

We were leaving a restaurant in Nebraska heading back to our hotel about 26 miles away on Saturday night. Our caravan consisted of 3 minivans and a 2003 Chevy Suburban. As we came out of the restaurant and moved to our vehicles, one of the minivans pulled out. I was driving the Suburban, and pulled out a few seconds later. Not seeing where the first van went, I proceeded to get back onto Hwy 20 to head across to Gordon, NE.

Christa, one of the ladies on our team had texted me the map back to Gordon, which was basically just a straight shot across 20. We had come in a different direction, so I was a little disoriented. I followed a road that looked promising, but in the absence of a road sign, began to pull over and let one of the other vans…