He headed back to California this morning, but we squeezed in a few rounds of skeet as soon as the sun was up before he headed west.
4 hours later he called with transmission troubles. Finding a transmission mechanic on a weekend - not so easy. We don't know anyone in that town, but we called our friend Matt who went to school there and knows people everywhere. He knew a friend who knew a friend and phone calls were made. The friend of the friend - Wade - is a mechanic. He was at a friend's house in El Paso, about 40 miles from where our boy was. He drove back and opened up his shop to help out our boy. Alas, a new transmission is needed to the tune of $1400. Our son needs to be back on post on Monday morning so he was just going to leave his truck, jump on his bike and head back, but Wade, a former Marine, insisted on him staying the night with them and then our son could head out fresh in the morning. So, how's that for God's hand orchestrating the situation? Pretty awesome. Thank you Wade, and praise God.
He'll have to fly back at some point when he gets a day off and pick up his truck. Another option I like is that we drive down when his truck is fixed and I drive it to California and fly back.
So. I'm asking for prayer for our boy as he heads back on that new bike of his tomorrow. I would sure appreciate it.
The Lord shall preserve your going out and your coming in
From this time forth, and even forevermore. Psalm 121:8