Never had we felt more out of control. Midwest winters are the worst. Huge, softball-sized snowflakes blindfolded us as we crept along the Indiana Toll Road. All we could see up ahead was the taillights of a monster semi whose bravado propelled him faster than we dared to venture without our Iditarod lead dog.
Our stomachs were pulling Blue Angel G’s in one of their bone-chilling High Performance Climbs as they top out, do a Barrell Roll Break and plunge headlong.
Trying not to rouse two sleeping babies in the backseat, we prayed as I opened my window, gulped a frosty blast and my left arm identified as a rhythmic metronome.
Emerging from our white-out, we never dreamed that Gary, Indiana would look so good!
Blizzards, fogbanks, personal crises. We face them with fear or faith. It’s never time to ask God “Why.” His guiding hand is behind everything. As the wisdom book says:
“The Lord directs our steps.
So why try to understand everything along the way?” *
We all have a much bigger issue than the weather.
“Come now, let’s settle this,” says the Lord.
“Though your sins are like scarlet,
I will make them as white as snow.”**
FOG. Next time you’re in one, think of it as an acronym: "Friend of God.” And as the song says, “Gray skies are gonna clear up.”
“Thy Word is a lamp to guide my feet
and a light for my path.”***