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God’s Timing while Hitchhiking in Montana   9 comments


This was a comment that I wrote on the blog Richard’s Watch:

Sometimes, for our time to be synchronized with the Lord’s time, we have to do seemingly crazy things (or at least crazy to the world system/unbelievers). We have to take up our cross and die daily, because we are not conformed to the world. It all hinges on obedience to the Lord.

Two nights ago, I slept in this junked pickup in Hamilton, Montana. It got down to minus 1 degree F; I froze my toes pretty good. After I got some breakfast at a Burger King, I began walking down the road–thinking that I was going to hitchhike south to Salmon, Idaho.

South of Hamilton, this Christian picked me up and took me to Darby, Montana. We had good fellowship. I told him that I went to his church (called The River) about three or four years ago; I thought he had a very good pastor who preached a very powerful message. (I went to The River back in 2015 because this older couple picked me up near Lost Trail Pass and invited me to go there for church. The husband told me that he had picked me up before in around 2006 where we then went to a church conference in Coeur d’Alene, Idaho.) When he dropped me off, he gave me his address and told me to look him up the next time I was in Hamilton.

South of Darby, I got a ride with a Christian couple to Sula where they bought me some hot chocolate and something to eat. I then walked down the road to look up someone who had given me three rides in the past few years. I walked up to his log cabin and knocked on the door. I waited a few minutes and he opened the door. He smiled at me and said, “Hey, Tim. Perfect timing. That was better than my alarm clock. I need to get ready to go to work.” We sat down for a short while and talked about a few things; I told him that his mom picked me up while I was hitchhiking out of Darby just a week before.

So I left his cabin and walked south towards Lost Trail Pass on the Montana-Idaho border. I walked maybe a mile or so and this young man picked me up and drove me to just south of Dillon, Montana. He was going to Utah to go back to school; his route bypassed Salmon, Idaho, but I thought I would still try to make it to Rexburg, Idaho later that day. When we got to just south of Dillon, there was this roadblock: the traffic was closed because of blowing snow on I-15; there were a lot of cars and trucks parked on the road and at this gas station/cafe. I told the guy that when the Lord puts a roadblock in your path, you sometimes have to go in another direction.

I got out of the car and started walking back north on I-15 towards Butte, Montana. As I walked up the ramp, this guy picked me up–I didn’t even have to wait or walk far (perfect timing). When I left Dillon, it was minus 2 degrees F. He dropped me off near Rocker, which is a couple of miles from Butte.

I then walked west on I-90 hoping to make it to at least Drummond, Montana where I could camp out and hopefully stay warmer than if I had to sleep out in Butte (Butte is usually one of the coldest places in Montana in the winter). The wind was blowing very hard and I walked maybe less than a mile when this car pulled over to give me a ride.

This guy was coming from north of Helena, Montana; he was originally from Orange County, California; he was driving to So Cal to see his wife. He was a Christian and we had great fellowship (perfect timing). We drove to Missoula and then south to Hamilton where I told him to drop me off. I was looking at the temperature and it said 5 degrees F and I didn’t want to sleep outside again that night. Sometimes the cold weather frustrates hitchhikers like myself; winter can be a challenge when trying to sleep outside at night.

He drove me to a motel, bought me a room and I was so grateful. We shook hands and I wished him a blessed trip to California. I think it got down to 5 degrees F last night. I was grateful to be out of the cold.

During my hitchhiking trip yesterday, I really didn’t do that much walking, I didn’t wait that long between rides. It was all such incredible GOD-TIMING it took my breath away. So after I leave the library here in Hamilton today, I will look up that guy who drove me from Hamilton to Darby yesterday. And maybe that was what the Lord wanted all along.

His thoughts are higher than my thoughts. God’s timing is perfect timing.

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A Hot Meal at a Campfire in Montana

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Posted February 11, 2019 by Tim Shey in Uncategorized

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Helena to Hamilton, Montana   4 comments


Today I hitchhiked from Helena to Hamilton, Montana.  I stayed at the God’s Love shelter in Helena overnight.  It was very cold when I walked out of Helena this morning—it was probably a few degrees below zero F.  I got a ride to Missoula from Helena.  I went to the library in Missoula.  Then I walked across town to the south side near the river where I got a ride in the back of a pickup to Lolo.  From Lolo I got a ride to Victor.

I was standing on the side of the road just south of Victor when this guy told me to come inside his chiropractic office (Sage Chiropractic Office).  His name was Dr. Allen McClintick and he gave me a cup of hot tea to drink.  I met his secretary and we had a nice chat.  They were both Christians:  she was a missionary to New Guinea for a number of years and Allen was a Navy SEAL in the late 1960s and 1970s.

My ride from Victor to Hamilton was with a guy named Nate.  He was a Christian and he knew someone (Corey) who picked me up in August of last year.  Nate dropped me off at the Bitterroot Public Library in Hamilton where I did some work on my two blogs.

I was on the catalog computer and I discovered that the Bitterroot Public Library recently purchased my second book The First Time I Rode a Freight Train & other hitchhiking stories.  That was a pleasant surprise.  I remember telling the staff at the library about my book last fall.  As far as I know, I have books in five public libraries in Montana (Hamilton, Columbus, Belgrade, West Yellowstone and Forsyth).

The First Time I Rode a Freight Train & other hitchhiking stories
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