This story may be a little embellished but I’ll tell it like I remember it.  Our family lived in the Denver area.  We were on our way back to Kansas to help with wheat harvest.  We would usually leave right after school on a Friday evening and drive all night.  This was before interstate highways so the roads were narrow, hilly, and lonely.  It was an exciting time for me, trying to stay awake all night sometimes laying in the back of our huge Dodge Polaris station wagon watching the stars.  We also took turns talking to my Dad so he could stay awake.  These were some of my best times with him-Nothing to do but talk and get to know each other better.

About midnight we pulled into Great Bend, Kansas.  We decided to stop at the A&W drive in.

The stalls were full of rowdy kids.  Before our order came some kind of dis-order came about and things got tense.  Soon there was some kind of confrontation.  I don’t claim it was anything like West Side Story but I was kind-of scared.  Soon the manager came out and starting yelling.  I don’t remember if the police came but I think we split that scene before things got out of hand.  I do remember how much security I had in my Daddy to take care of us.  That’s the kind of relationship we are to have with our Heavenly Father because of what He’s done through Christ: (Romans 8:.15 For you have not received a spirit of slavery leading to fear again, but you have received a spirit of adoption as sons by which we cry out, “Abba! Father!”16 The Spirit Himself testifies with our spirit that we are children of God,17 and if children, heirs also, heirs of God and fellow heirs with Christ, if indeed we suffer with Him so that we may also be glorified with Him.

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