Long Night

So. Last night on my long drive home from church on the wet, slick interstate in the dreary rain, I came upon an accident. This young lady had hydroplaned her little truck and was stuck sitting across two lanes of flowing traffic. Alone. So as I watched the vehicles speeding around her missing her by just inches (the drivers door was on the side facing traffic), I decided to stop. I pulled up across both lanes myself and put on my flashers, hoping that the traffic would not hit my car full of precious cargo. I put on my raincoat and went to her window after cautioning my girls to remain buckled up in their seats. She was scared, had just called 9-1-1, and was SO thankful that I had stopped. Another man in a truck stoppped to see if he could get her truck running (to no avail) after about 10 minutes, and then the police FINALLY showed up. He called a wrecker and we waited. And waited. And then waited some more. She was in my car by this time thanking me a thousand times. And I kept thinking, "I never stop to help people. There are too many crazies out there to put me and my girls in danger. But there was NO way I could this girl alone with the crazies!" A little more than an hour after I stopped, the wrecker arrived. He loaded up her truck and I took her to a friend. I got home around 10:15 with sleepy sleepy children, but I was filled with the knowledge that I did it "for the least of these".