We looked and looked for a campground while the daylight faded away. We were actually heading east out of Kansas City when we finally surrendered again to the LORD. We stopped at a service station. We called Judy, and told her we were heading back to her house. As we pulled out of the service station, with our tail between our legs, we began experiencing trouble with the rear lighting system of the trailer. I did not know that the taillights had gone out on the trailer. I noticed that someone was following us as we back-tracked our path to Lawson. He followed us for miles and miles. As we got to the outskirts of Kansas City, he pulled alongside and told me about my lights. I thanked him and thanked the LORD. Had a patrolman pulled me over, I would have been in serious trouble with no one to turn to. I drove the rest of the way back to Lawson with my foot on the brakes to keep the rear lights shining.
Another flat tire—this time in Lawson! It seemed as if God was making sure that once we arrived back in Lawson, we would not be heading back out again. About this time I was experiencing tremendous anxiety, and we were both in a state of wonder. Over the next few days, regardless of who I was being introduced to or whose presence I was in, I was always praying in the Spirit with great earnest and emotion. “God, what are you doing? Why are you doing this to us?”
Glenn, sensing our frustration, set up a meeting with half a dozen men who were looking to start a work for the LORD. During the meeting I attempted to share some of the vision that the LORD had given me in preparation for service. It was not received with any seriousness. This group had desired to see a new move of God in their area for a long time, but I sensed their reluctance to believe that the move had anything to do with me, especially from someone that had just rolled into town, literally. The supernatural and unique way that Glenn met us in Wichita did not faze anyone enough to raise an eyebrow.
My hope was not in gaining a following, but that God’s people would pray together and seek God’s wisdom concerning the real possibility of a new work in Lawson. There seemed to be no question that God had supernaturally answered Glenn’s prayer and miraculously guided my family to Lawson. Now, we were hoping to discover God’s will for us and for God’s people in Lawson. Still the heavens seemed like brass, and as we would find out later, we had not yet made connection with our final contact.