It was 1993 and a group of us were in the southwest corner of Romania just across the river from Yugoslavia (now Serbia) in Moldova Noua. Pastor Adolphie Copriva was taking us up to a little Czech village in the mountains. We had a car and two vans. I was driving and Kathy beside me with Wilma Doolittle and Dianne Norman in the back seat. The road up the mountain was so difficult that I did not get out of first gear the entire time. The road was paved with round river rocks the size of softballs. The ladies grumbled at my driving the whole time – and for good reason. When we got to the top, we were rewarded with a great service at the little village. The view from the church was breathtaking! Afterwards, we left for lunch at Brother Copriva’s sister’s home. The ladies all warned me about the steep cliff just in front of us. I thought I had the car in reverse, but it was actually in 2nd gear. I let out on the clutch and off the brake simultaneously and the car lurched forward. I slammed on the brake as all three women screamed as loudly as they could. The car stopped inches away from the precipice. I carefully made sure the transmission was in reverse and backed up. We stopped right there and thanked the good Lord for His divine protection. One of the ladies made the comment, “Someone must have been praying for us.” We subtracted the seven hour time difference and realized that the men at our church were meeting for men’s prayer breakfast just at that moment. God was answering their prayers for protection – just in time!
