The Muse is Loose

After Ann and I retired we wanted to travel. We couldn't afford the ways of some, but I had a plan. We would RV and live as cheaply as it would be to deal with hot summers in South Texas. Our budget was $75.00 a day. We actually did it until gasoline got so high.
We bought an RV (Honey). It was 32 feet long and ten years old. There we were, "my wife and me in our thirty-two foot RV".
We were camped just outside the North Rim of the Grand Canyon. The Forest Service Campground cost $5.00 a night with a Golden Age Passport. Checking the oil under the hood I discovered the batteries for the RV were about to fall out the bottom! The tray they rested on was completely rusted through. John and Jeanah Gilman from Kansas City were with us. I had no idea what to do. We had nothing to make repairs with like we needed. It was many miles to any town. John said we should check the campground for what we might find. Even a board, if found, would do us no good without a saw, which we didn't have. I was now asking the Lord to get in on this for we were in a really bad situation. I could not drive another mile with those batteries about to drop to the highway.
At one deserted campfire site was a single board. It had been there for firewood but no one burned it. Taking the board to the RV John and I discovered it was the perfect length and width! We did have some metal strapping. John went to work. Soon he had it all in place. We could travel again. The useless board meant to be burned in a campfire became a vital piece of usefulness and support. It was still there when I sold the RV!
Some things, and some people, that appear good for nothing but the campfire can become valuable when seen through observant eyes. That board, unknowingly by the man with a saw, was cut just for us for when we would need it most, and it was free.