Chapter 18 - Page 272 - Pirate Ship

   He gave Rhasha and Shanha life vests and put one on himself. Now that the danger was over, Rhasha and Shanha began to get comfortable. "Jim," Rhasha said, "I've figured something out about God."

   "What would that be?"

   Rhasha wiggled back and forth in her innocent teenage way. She gently nipped on her fingernail. "It seems to me," she said, "that God has a full-time job just taking care of us."

   Jim smiled. "You're probably right," he said, "but I'm sure he doesn't mind, as long as we love him."

   Jim walked to the wheel and throttled forward. He quickly turned the boat around and headed back to the marina. He docked the boat and they took a taxi back to the truck stop. As they put the groceries in the truck, Jim thought, If God needs me in Africa, then I'd better hurry up and get there. He started the truck and shortly they were rolling west.

   Within fifteen minutes, Jim crossed into Alabama. An hour after that, they passed through Mobile. The Freightliner continued down Interstate 10, and in less than an hour, they were in Mississippi. Jim was making good time as he crossed the Louisiana state line. He took Interstate 12 and proceeded toward Baton Rouge. He stopped in Hammond, Louisiana, to get fuel. They slept in the truck and ate breakfast at the truck stop restaurant. At nine o'clock the next morning they were back on the road again.

End of chapter eighteen