Many of you know about my truck – a white pick-up truck, known as the Pup. Pup really is the name of the truck, like Dodge Ram, or Chevy Tahoe.

I got the Pup when I was in high school 14 years ago. Bought it brand new. And I have apparently driven it to death now.

The engine blew up on me during the drive home the other day. Right in the middle of bumper to bumper rush hour traffic. All I heard was a muffle boom from in the engine, and then a horrible, loud clanging noise that increased as I accelerated.

I managed to limp the Pup home, and called my Dad (our family’s auto expert) to get a diagnosis. It was bad – threw a rod.

Lots of memories in the truck. But, the transmission is going, the door won’t open right all the time, the A/C hasn’t worked for years, the top speed was about 60 mph, and the windshield was cracked all the way across. Maybe it was time to retire it, anyway.

But I got 160,000 miles out of it. Not bad. The weird thing is, the only thing I EVER prayed for that truck was that I wouldn’t get hurt if it threw a rod. I’ve prayed that a few times over the last 4 years or so. I believe that God still speaks to us in many ways today, but this seems to be some proof to me that sometimes even the subtle impressions we get every once and a while can be Him guiding us.