I’ve never really prayed that phrase because it seems a little antiquated and not a part of our normal vocabulary, but certainly we do pray for safety in travels. It is one of the higher risks we face here on a routine basis.
Today is a case in point.
Today was our turn to drive in to Querétaro for Beth’s classes, and we met with three different missionary families. We didn’t leave QRO until around 7 p.m. today as it had started to rain a bit earlier and we weren’t quite ready to leave and I’d rather not drive at the beginning of a rain when the oil slicks tend to cause accidents on the highways from the speeding drivers and bald tires.
When we finally left, it was raining hard enough that we still were concerned with the commute home. There seem to ALWAYS be accidents on the highway when it rains here.
We came down the mountain subdivision road, and we could see that the secondary highway was filled with cars and I was lamenting making a left turn not knowing when I could get across the lane of traffic on a slippery road. Just as we approached the intersection, the traffic from the left just stopped and immediately backed up as if Moses had parted the waters. A moment later, we could see a motorcyclist had slipped and fallen and had just gotten back up on his feet and appeared to be OK. We drove right through the intersection and made our left turn since the traffic was stuck behind the fallen bike (and there is a no way around the dividers in the middle at that spot).
As soon as we made our way up the old service highway to the top of the next mountain where we would have to get onto the large 6 lane highway (which is where I expected we might see a wreck), there was traffic all backed up on both sides, but it appeared to moving better just ahead of our entrance ramp where we needed to get on. As we went under the highway and then came up beside our lane, right where we needed to get on, the creeping traffic had some nice gaps in it. At that point, in the darkness, I could see a nasty wreck right there in the median and into the fast lane. It actually helped block the traffic so that we got right on and made it all the way home without any further incidents. That wreck was at least one flatbed truck turned on its side and the cab was completely crushed. Looked bad.
Thanks to God for parting the traffic and allowing us safe travel once again. May He be merciful to the injured.
My mother-in-law took a bus in to QRO yesterday and faced a lengthy delay due to a bad wreck. It may have been one I saw in the paper today with an overturned bus and about 20 injured. I think we passed by that spot today on the mountain heading into the city. The cleanup workers had dumped a load of sand/dirt on the inside shoulder and apparently poured it all over the lane to soak up spilled diesel. They just left the now hardened clay right in the fast lane. We hit what was left there at about 60 mph…like hitting a curb. It was awful, and I couldn’t see it in time to realize that it was not just a thin layer of dirt. Wow. I’ll be surprised there wasn’t a wreck on that spot today. It could easily cause a driver to lose control. Hope no motorcyclists chose that lane. They’d be flipped right off.
Nothing to exciting to report, but always glad when God grants us “traveling mercies” even when we didn’t realize how much we really needed them at the time.