Earlier this year it was brought home to me in a vivid way that God is concerned about the details of our lives. I came home from work early because I was going to catch a train to Portland at 2:30 for a memorial service at six o'clock. If all worked as planned I would only be a few minutes late for the service. On the way home I called my youngest son to ask him to come with me so he could drive my car back home and park it. He agreed. When I walked into the house I saw my oldest son. I didn't know he was there. I asked if he would take me instead of the younger son. He agreed to do so. He started to go an unfamiliar way. I asked him where we were going. He said I'm taking you the back way. Everything looked unfamiliar. The next thing I know we were on what looked like a country road with lots of trees and very few houses. We both heard a flap, flap, flap. He asked, "Mother do you have a flat tire?" “I don't think so,” I replied. All of a sudden there w...