"Even there Your hand shall lead me, and Your right hand shall hold me." Psalm 139:10
About a week ago, Jennifer and I defied all odds and made our way to Thessalonikki Greece to buy vaccines for our baby boys. We had tried to go several days before and the Lord made it clear, through a series of phone calls and then a weird breakout of what we now think were hives all over Kate's little body, that He just didn't want us to go.
So last week we decided, two days before our big move mind you, that we would make the trip to Greece. Now, keep in mind, I barely drive a stick shift, I have never driven to Greece, and I have never driven in a city with more than a million people before (Thess has about 4 million). Note the anxiety that prefaced the trip. Nonetheless, we decided that we needed to get the vaccines and of course a little shopping wouldn't hurt (Thess has an Ikea--perfect for the girl getting ready to move).
We started our trip pretty smoothly with only one turn around in the first 2 hours of the trip. We got to the Macedonian border and the guy warned us that the Greek border patrol was striking. We decided to give it a go anyway. We were stopped in "no man's land" right before the Greek border. The Greek officer said they were striking. I said something to the effect of "Blah. blah blah blah. BABY needs vaccines...BABY...blah blah blah BABY." Greeks and Macedonians alike LOVE babies and seeing as how this trip was purposed for our babies' health, I figured it couldn't hurt to drop the "B" bomb as much as possible without sounding like Rain Man. He allowed me to park my car and walk past his police jeep to talk to the border patrol myself. I left Jennifer and Noah, her 3 month old, in the car and trotted down the hill to the border. Once again, I said something to the effect of, "BABY bah blah blah blah blah blah, BABY IN CAR needs vaccines..." I got sent to 5, that's right, FIVE different people everyone of whom was just scared to turn away the lady with the BABY so they thought they would let the next person do it.
Finally I talked to the lady who was in charge. She informed me, as all the previous officers had that they were striking. "We strike." But, "BABY NEEDS VACCINES." She couldn't tell me no either so she sent me back to my car to wait for the guy over her to come in. I got back to the car where Jennifer and BABY Noah were waiting. We were STUCK. Do we turn around and trek back to beautiful Ohrid or do we rush the border screaming 'BABY' all the way through it?! I mean what are they going to do, blow their whistle at us??? We certainly had a good laugh thinking how maybe, just maybe, God never intended for the two of us to go to Greece after all.
After about 30 minutes of waiting, I trotted myself back down the hill to converse with the head honcho. I never saw him, but I did see the same woman I had talked to before. She said, "I can let you across, but I cannot know if you can come back tonight." (This was the first day of a three day strike.) I negotiated dropping the "B" bomb a few more times, and the precious woman conceded to let us go through. WHOOO!!! We just had to bring proof of what we bought (the vaccines, not the cheddar cheese) back across. Stamp. Stamp. Stamp. And we were unstuck. Ginormous miracle #1.
We made it to Thess and I managed to get us on and off the belt-line without seriously injuring us or the clutch. We even made it to destination number one without too much problem. We had a map, and we only turned around...um, I don't know. I lost count. We did have to stop and ask some Greek guys for directions. One said he spoke English, but I am pretty sure he just knew how to say, "Hello. I speak English." because the rest of the conversation was made up of Greek words, grunts and hand motions. I finally figured out they were trying to send us to the American college a couple of blocks around the corner so that someone there could tell us where to go. HA. Thank you Jesus for cell phones and maps even though we hadn't much idea how to read them.
Anyway, we got to our friend's house and FOLLOWED her to lunch. Ginormous miracle #2...
After shopping at Carrefour (kind of like Super Walmart...WHEE!!!) we were left with a precious girl named Summer. She lives in Thess and was going to drive us around. (She has also driven a stick shift for more than 5 minutes.) She, however, always uses public transportation and doesn't really know her way around by car. So we went one way for a while and turned around, etc, etc... After a few more hours of shopping, it was time to head out of dodge which meant placing my hiney back in the drivers seat.
I think we missed our exit three times, but we eventually made it back to the Greek border. Ginormous miracle #3....
The border crossing was a piece of cake. The same officer was there from the morning. I showed her our receipts for the vaccines and we were off. Ginormous miracle #4.
We crossed back into Macedonia and we were home free. Or so we thought...
The first part of our journey was rainy, but warm. No worries. A dear sweet wise friend, Jackie, urged us to stop in her place and spend the night. We would be driving right passed her town, but we both wanted to get home to our kiddos. So, we declined her offer. The roads were fine...
The roads WERE fine until we got about 45 minutes outside of Ohrid. We were talking. Chatty. Chatty. We rounded a corner and SNOW. Now, Jennifer is from Tennessee. I am from NC. I know you southern people have seen a lot of snow this year, but normally we country girls shut down and hibernate when there is snow-- after we clean out the milk and bread section of every grocery store in a ten mile radius, of course.
SNOW! It was coming in so hard and so fast that it was literally making us both dizzy. Now there was a dizzy, no-stick-shift-drivin', has bad night vision, 'cuntry' American girl behind the wheel of a Czech car on a mountain road in nowhere Macedonia at 1:00 AM. The snow on the road got thick FAST, and I made the BIG mistake of slowing down because I was so dizzy. And yep, you guessed it, we got STUCK. STUCK. STUCK.
I had a momentary mental freak-out, but my travel companion stayed so calm. I called Brian and he said to find something to use to scrape the snow out from behind the front tires so that I could back up enough to get a running start. I used a tupperware top to start with and then I lost that. So Jennifer and I had the bright idea to use cds to act a shovels. No go. Still stuck.
A couple of cars passed by. I waved begging them to stop. I think I may have even yelled "BAAAABBBBBYYYYY!!!!" Not really, but I sure did think about it. No one stopped. Dark. Stranded. But we had a full tank of gas. I was about ready to hunker down and spend the night up on that mountain, but then a nice fancy car from Albania stopped. Bless this fella's heart. He didn't speak a word of Macedonian nor English, but his face gleamed with peace. I am convinced He knows Jesus. He tried to help us, but when he found out there was really nothing to be done, he attempted to drive off. He was STUCK with us. He didn't get a bit bitter or angry at us. He just shrugged his shoulders and grinned. Precious. God sent another face. Unfamiliar and linguistically challenged though it may have been. We weren't alone. Ginormous miracle #5.
In the meantime, Brian had gotten someone to stay with the kids and was dressed to catch a taxi to the top of the mountain to rescue us. I tell him to stay put and call the police to see what they can do for us. He does just that, and they give him a number to call of someone who MIGHT be able to help us. HA. I few minutes later, a OLD car came scootin' by. The man inside rolled down his window and yelled, "A van/truck is coming. Five minutes. Wait." Um, ok. I suppose we will wait its not like we have too much else to do. We were stuck.
We remembered there were snow chains in the trunk. I fought my way through the shopping bags and found the snow chains. Jennifer started trying to read the instructions. Who knew snow chains could be so complex? We started putting them on, but the Albanian guy picked them up of the ground and handed them to us. He motioned for us to get into the car. We were a little confused, but it was probably ginormous miracle number #6....
The OLD car with bicycle tires drove back by. He drove a ways up in front of us and parked. We both thought, "Oh no. Now he is going to be stuck too." Little did we know, he was a professional.
He tried to get our car unstuck. It was a no go. So then, we told him we had chains. "OH!" So he got one chain on one of our front tires, gave me specific directions as to where to go (the house a kilometer on the right), and sent us on our way. He used the other chain to get the precious Albania guy out. We were unstuck! Whew! Ginormous miracle #7
We both called our husbands and told them they could return to bed. We waited for the guy in the OLD car at the house where he told us to wait for a while. I had somehow pulled sideways out of his driveway onto the road. There was almost no snow on the road there. I was looking down and Jennifer all of a sudden yells, "Mandy, snow plow!!!" Normally it takes me about 30 seconds just to find reverse. In 30 seconds, the snow plow would have pushed us back to the place where we were originally stuck. I put it in reverse and backed that baby up faster than a speeding bullet. We didn't get squashed by the snow plow. Ginormous mircale #8.
The great Macedonian man in the old car came tootling into his driveway and ended up laying on his stomach under the hood of our car trying to get the chains off. We were able to talk to him a little, give him a Bible and a little money for his middle of the night troubles. We found out he lives in a village right outside of Ohrid. Ginormous miracle #9... All the drama on the side of the snow covered mountain road in the middle of the night was worth it. He had a Bible in his hands.
We made it home safely and woke up the next morning with our husbands and babies. Ginormous miracle #10.
We got lost. GOD gave us the wisdom to turn around. We got stuck, more than once, and God brought people into our path who were able to help us. We don't regret one minute of the trip because we saw God's hand at work. Jennifer and I had talked about Psalm 139 on our trip. "You comprehend my path and my lying down, And are acquainted with all my ways. You have hedged me behind and before, And laid Your hand upon me such knowledge is too wonderful for me; It is high, I cannot attain it. Even there Your hand shall lead me, and Your right hand shall hold me." 'Even there....'
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