tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9353755.post115046974661477865..comments2023-12-19T09:45:31.556-05:00Comments on Pilgrim Scribblings: Ravenous But SatisfiedDavid Warren Fisherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03449996644124276644noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9353755.post-1150481777052417092006-06-16T14:16:00.000-04:002006-06-16T14:16:00.000-04:00Dear Mr. Fisher...What a nice picture! I have foun...Dear Mr. Fisher...What a nice picture!<BR/> <BR/>I have found this out many times in my life how the Lord DOES provide. I remember the very first time that I saw this; <BR/>In Trenton, where we first started to go to Sunday School, Mr. John Dixon would also bring us out on a Sunday afternoon to a little children's meeting that was held in another little town. Well one time on our way home from the meeting, Mr. Dixon's car ran out of gas.... A car full of kids,out of gas and in the middle of nowhere! What a situation! With nothing else to do, he got out of the car and went to a near by farm house, where the farmer gladly gave him gas, enough to get us home and then some! I will never forget when Mr. Dixon got into the car and I heard him say just very softly, "I have a wonderful Father!" I was only 7 years old at that time and I wondered who he was talking about. "That farmer wasn't his father!" It was much later that I realized, whenever I thought of this that he had been talking about God.<BR/> I never forgot this.<BR/>Even though we left Trenton, when I was 11 and moved to Manitboa, this story was forever in my heart. <BR/>Almost 25 years later, I was living in Welland. Bernie and I used to quite often go to Ottawa on the labour day weekend by motorcycle. On our way home one year, we were almost out of gas, and decided to stop in Trenton to fill up. When Bernie went to reach for his wallet, he found that it was gone! Lots of more more miles to go,out of gas, and no money, and in the pouring rain!!<BR/> It was just then that I thought of Mr. Dixon! I said to Bernie, "Let's call him!" and that we did! I hadn't seen Mr. Dixon for many years but when I told him on the phone who it was and what was the matter, he told us, "Come right over!!" Well he and his dear wife took us in for the night, fed us well and gave us money and then some, for gas to get home! And I had to say that night, "I have a wonderful Father!" <BR/>When I wrote to Mr. Dixon to thank him, I related this little story to him and told him that he had probably never realized what an impression he had made on young minds, years ago when he was just a young man. What a glowing example of how his Father had provided!Terryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08917338886406940158noreply@blogger.com