>> Sunday, September 4, 2011
From my vantage point high above the track, I watched the cars barrel around the oval … NASCAR at its best. Having been a fan for years, I not only knew the driver’s names, but their wives … sometimes children … sometimes parents. I knew where they lived and who their sponsor was. I had it bad.
For a third time, I witnessed the race, the crash, the death. There would be no more sleeping. I padded my way to the computer and Googled the name David Stremme. I was amazed and a little fearful to discover there was a new NASCAR driver named David Stremme. In 2003 he had been rookie of the year for the Nationwide series.
This was a real person. Now what was I supposed to do?
And I prayed.
That was several years ago … and he’s still racing.
I have no idea why that dream … three times. I don’t know if I was supposed to do more. I do know I prayed … daily and for weeks … for his protection. He has no idea who I am or the concern he caused me.
But God does.