We just finished coming back from a trip in Bolivia. Actually, at the time I am writing this, we just came home almost 3 hours ago, at 3:30 pm our time.
When we arrived, we stayed in this hotel which looked pretty nice. My parents were in the lobby filling out something. My siblings were in there too. I was outside on a porch. Suddenly I heard a crash. I ran to the entrance and saw that a woman in a pickup had backed right into the front of our car. It smashed up the front a bit. I ran inside and called Dad. He ran out there and talked to the driver and occupants. They promised to pay for the damage (which never happened).
The hotel did not have a parking space, so the workers told Dad that he could park in the road. Dad asked if there would be a guard. He was told that there would be one.
Well, as we were sleeping, someone took the glass off the window of our car and stole the spare tire, a jack, and some other tools. When we went to pack our things, we saw what had happened. To make things even better, it had been raining very hard the whole day. The inside of the car was soaked.
Dad found the glass, which was still in one piece (even though he accidentally ran over it), and he and the hotel owner ran to get the glass put back in and buy the missing tools. We did not get the spare replaced yet.
The owner gave us about 60 dollars and we left. We arrived home safe and sound.
Although we may wonder why that happened to us, we were glad that God was still taking care of us. After all, the car could have been stolen, all of the tires could have been taken, or the glass could have been smashed to pieces.
Even though the going can get tough, God is a lot tougher than the going will ever get.