PRAYING FOR ADVENTURE – Part III

The steps of a good man are ordered by the LORD: and he delighteth in his way.  Psalms 37:23  (KJV)

When the Givors police determined that our carjacking hadn’t occurred in their jurisdiction, they turned us over to the police nationale in their mountainside headquartersThe cordial officer led us to a spacious office/converted bedroom in a former manor house, and we retold the events of our carjacking.

 

The new policeman glanced at the paperwork we had brought with us from the Givors gendarmes and dramatically tossed the packet over his shoulder.  “Pas bon.  [No good.] We will begin again,” he offered with a smile.  The police showered us with hospitality, bringing pastries and tea as we answered another set of questions.

Various officers came in to join the process, asking us about our lives in the States, why we were in the heartland of France, and if we were enjoying the trip thus far.  One would think this was a part of the Grand Tour—they were so hospitable.  In comparison to the intense interrogation of the Givors police, the police nationale were totally at ease, as if they’d done this before…

A number of cookies and several cups of tea later, the phone rang.  The officer answered, asked a few questions and gave clipped responses, and then he hung up.  “We have your car,” he announced.  “You do?” we asked in unison.  “Oui, we have found your car,” he repeated.  “What about our luggage?  Are our tickets there?  Did they find our passports?” we both asked at the same time.  “Oui, everything.  We have everything,” was the surprising answer.

“But how did they recover the car with everything in it,” Peter persisted.  “Monsieur Juge,” the man responded, “the young men who took your car pulled over to the side of the road to open your suitcases to see what was inside, and it seems that someone interrupted them, and they fled.  They left everything as it was.”  (Coincidentally, the time the men were “interrupted” was about the same time that our prayer group was meeting at home.)

After a round of handshakes and kisses on all cheeks, we were again shuttled into a police car to head for the nearby police garage.  Sure enough, our car was there with all the luggage, clothes, airline tickets, passports, credit cards, and even my purse.  My French francs were gone, but Peter had pocketed his wallet with cash when he had first jumped out of the car.  We still had adequate funds.  We paid the garage attendant, said goodbye to the police, got back on the road, and thanked God for the adventure he’d arranged with lots of stories for our children and grandchildren.

I could hardly wait to tell Lynn and our friends about all the answers to prayer we’d experienced in response to their faithful intercessions.  We couldn’t have planned a more exciting and interesting journey.

 

Lord, you took what could have been a very serious situation with injury and loss and turned it into an adventure we’ll never forget.  Thank you for friends who pray and thank you for constantly watching over us.  AMEN.

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