For anyone who has ever traveled the stretch of interstate known as I-40 West connecting Nashville to Memphis, Tennessee, one can truly understand just how long and boring those 200 miles can be. Perhaps it’s because there is virtually nothing from Nashville to Jackson, few towns and fewer exits. It was July 2005 and my two children and I were traveling from our home just outside Memphis to visit my parents slightly east of Nashville for a little summer vacation. The weather was beautiful, the sky clear and sunny, and so began our journey as we had done many times before. However, on this particular trip, from the driver’s seat of my Saturn Vue, I caught a glimpse of God in my rearview mirror that I had never seen before. Let me tell you what I saw. This story really began in 1997 when my husband was preaching in a Gospel meeting near Manchester, TN. He left our home in East Tennessee to go begin the meeting when near Monteagle Mountain his car broke down. He was stranded. He finally got the car to a station only to find out that it would take a few days to repair it. He called one of the members of the church where he was scheduled to preach that next morning to come get him. When the elderly gentleman arrived (a longtime friend of ours), his daughter and new grandson, Will, were with him. Evidently, Will captured the attention of my husband in