Last spring, a blizzard was forecast, people were encouraged to not be out driving. I ignored the warnings to spend some quality time with family. I got up early, the roads were slow going but improved south of the Cities. I enjoyed the day with my son but realized the weather gotten much worse during the day. I finished up my visit with my son and headed the 90 miles home.
The roads were terrible, but I continued towards home as going back was no better. The main highway was closed about 30 miles from home. I went around the closed roads on small, unplowed side roads, talking with my husband on the phone so he could chart a route for me to get around the closed section of the road.
I eventually made it home in way more time than it should have taken, my nerves frazzled, and then got my car stuck at the end of the driveway. My neighbor came to my rescue and was able to shovel and push until my car was back in the garage. After the fact, everyone agreed that to have ventured out was a very poor decision. Throughout the stressful day I could relate to the psalmist that said, “Wait for the Lord, be strong and let your heart take courage;” as God was with me to guide me home safely.
Let us pray. Heavenly father, I feel your presence in my life, and it gives me great comfort. Thank you, God, for not forsaking me. Amen.