Beautiful

Today we traveled - 12 hours - with two 8.5 mo old girls. I've not exactly been at ease about this trip. In fact, the stress has been gradually building and building. There were just so many variables. When do we leave? What happens if someone gets 'upset' and we're still 2 hours from civilization? What might civilization look like, a 20-degree outdoor Shell station bathroom? What about... snow? Or ice?

It really boils down to my faith taking a real hammering, and despite all the reassurance, I stayed wound up about the trip. I awoke at 4am with the intent of being on the road by 5. You know how that goes... we were on the road by 6:15. God is good. He knew that would allow us to miss KC rush hour.

Somewhere around 3 hours in, I was fighting hard to feel good. I couldn't eat or drink anything (nerves do that to me). I was SLEEPY, and just not feeling well. We are trucking around 75 through the middle of nowhere when a step-van - you know... like a Frito-Lay delivery van or bread truck - jumps the midian (coming our way) and flips.. FLIPS... in front of us, across our lane, and lands in the field to our right... it was horrible. The entire deal happened probably 200 yards in front of us. We stopped. The guys following me stopped... and a fellow following the van stopped. We all called 911 and a handful of men were heading out to the pasture to check on the driver. I told the 911 operator that I couldn't stay, as I had 2 infants in the car. She thanked me, took my number, and we pulled away. I prayed for the driver.

That didn't RELIEVE my stress too much.

But... it kinda' helped. Doesn't that sound bad? But I knew, that I knew, that I knew that God had shown me clear-as-day that we were 'blessed' by His hand of protection. I prayed a lot as we continued. Heavier snow piled up along the interstate in northern Missouri. Then... out of the gray of the weather, the sun broke through and shined that 'strange' light on the snowy landscape. It was beautiful. It was amazing!

Isn't the Light of God amazing? Beautiful? But how much MORE beautiful is it when it shines through storm clouds?

The roads cleared greatly the further north we went. 12 hours. I'm tired. G'nite.