No Place like Home

Never lacking in zeal, but keep your spiritual fervor, serving the Lord. --Romans12:11 Glancing at the lone figure standing in the reflection of her side mirror, Dottie Hart stomped hard on the brake and wrangled her prehistoric motor home to a groaning halt. What in the world is that kid thinking? In less than a shake and a wiggle Dottie was out the door watching the girl jog toward her along the shoulder of the hectic highway. The world was full of crazed people just waiting for the opportunity to snatch up a girl like that...and here she was hitchhiking! Well, it wasn't happening today, because Dottie's new prayer each morning was for the Lord to use her any way He chose. Looked like today He'd put this girl in her pathway. "Hey, thanks for stopping," the girl said, dropping her bag with a thud at Dottie's feet. She looked to be in her late teens, maybe even twenty, older than Dottie had first thought, but still too young to be hitchhiking...no one was old enough to do that! "Don't thank me. Thank the Lord," Dottie said. "He's the one watching your back today."Thank You, Father. Thank You so much for putting me in her pathway. The teen lifted her chin defiantly, eyebrows knitted together. "Oh, brother! You aren't one of those wacko people who go around picking up hitchhikers just so you can cram that religion stuff down their throats, are you?" Dottie shook her head. "Do I look that brave? I just thought I'd mention why I decided to give you a lift." The girl relaxed a bit but still looked wary. "Okay, I'll accept the lift 'cause I need it. Just don't get carried away with the God stuff. Me and the big guy aren't getting along so well right now." Dottie studied the teen. "That's too bad. Here, let me help you carry that thing." "Hey, hey!" The girl jerked her bag away when Dottie reached for it. "I carry my own bags, lady. You may have wheels but I've got backbone. And I gotta tell you, by the look of your wheels, my backbone's looking like it's the winner. How old is this thing anyway?" "Hey! Watch what you say about my rig!" Dottie patted the side of her RV. "It's ugly, sure, but this baby's gonna get us where we need to go long before it wheezes its last breath." Walking to the cabin door, she opened it then glanced over her shoulder. "If you're still up for a ride, chuck that bag inside and let's hit the road." Climbing back into her faithful RV, Dottie tried to calm the jitters threatening to set in. Tried to reassure herself that it was going to be fine. You've really picked up a hitchhiker! True, but calm down, she told herself. There were no hoodlums hiding in the bushes, using the girl as a front. She didn't appear to be a teenage ax murderer, so everything was going to be okay. Really. A woman had to take a risk every once in a while, didn't she? On the other hand, if she truly believed God put people in a person's life for a reason, then this was no accident--and she did believe that with all her heart. God had given her a second chance at life and she'd made a promise that she was bound and determined to follow through with it. This was a test. Not that she was an advocate for a woman traveling alone to pick up strangers off the side of the road. She'd never done anything like this before. And when her brother learned what she'd done he might skin her alive, but it felt right. And that was good enough for Dottie. For goodness' sake, she was about to start working at a women's shelter--a home for women at risk. How could she live with herself if she passed one on the side of the road and didn't help her! She couldn't. And that was that. Decision made--case closed. So relax. Grabbing the big plastic bag of Gummi Bunnies off the dashboard, she held it out. "Want a handful?" "Sure," the girl said, slamming the passenger's door closed and reaching for the bag. Watching her dig iClopton, Debra is the author of 'No Place like Home', published 2006 under ISBN 9780373873937 and ISBN 037387393X.