week 18.

The boys headed off to our ward's Fathers and Sons outing on Friday.  Cyn and I followed on Saturday and met up with them on the Rim.  The weather was gorgeous and we spent a lovely afternoon relaxing in the hush of rustling pines.  The only kink in our day was when Jim noticed a flat on one of the toyhauler tires.  We'd have to fix it before heading home on Sunday.  Well, by nightfall, there was another kink.  Jim was feverish.  And with even a slight fever this man is out.  By morning, he was not any better and we still had a tire to fix and a 40-foot trailer to haul home (one that I do not feel comfortable driving, I should add).  Pretty sure that he did not have sufficient energy to both change the tire on a giant toyhauler and manage to get us all home safely, Jim put air into the tire and said a prayer that it would hold.  We waited for a few hours, and the air did hold.  So we decided to head out.  With more prayer, we tackled the bumpy dirt road and checked the tire again when we hit pavement.  Still holding.  And again in Payson.  Still holding.  Jim's fever broke and we made it home safely.  Where the fever immediately returned. 

I'm grateful for Prayer's power and the mercy of His watchful care.