Last week we took 39 5th graders & leaders to the Lost Sea Caves in TN. We arrived in a driving thunderstorm, lightning flashing everywhere. We ate dinner under a pavilion, waiting for the storm to subside. Thunder shook the mountainside, and I began to pray- we were already fairly wet, we had no towels to dry off, and I was afraid we would have to enter the caves wet. That meant our whole group would start our adventure wet, in the caves that are a constant 58 degrees. That was a recipe for a sick group.

I prayed, "Father, you know what can happen if we enter those caves wet. Please move this storm out before our time to enter, for the sake of these with me. In Jesus' name, amen."

The storm continued to roar for 20 more minutes, then when the time came for us to meet the guides and descend into the caverns, suddenly the rain stopped, the clouds broke up on the mountain, and we were able to enter the caves dry.

Some might think this a coincidence, but I say God answered our prayers, watching over us. We had a blast that night crawling through the caves, camping on the cavern floors, and returning to daylight the next morning. In every way, it was a memorable trip.

Rob