Good morning dear saints! Richard's report of our unexpected blast of snow conjured up something quite severe that happened on my way home from Diane's Sunday. It was a spring snow storm par excellence. It was heavy with moisture before sunset then it froze on the roads as night fell. Ice built up very quickly on the windshield wipers to the point I had to pull over and clean them. Traffic was backed up to a snail's pace because the snow plows could not keep up. At that point the snow measured about six inches. Two cars spun in circles just in front of me, sliding off the road into a deep snow bank. I prayed they had cell phones. At the worst part, almost home, eight miles out, took about 2 hours.
The day had been warm so I was not at all prepared for an emergency with snow boots, flashlight or a heavy coat. I should have stopped in the name of safety, but I just couldn't do it. The consequences of stopping seemed to be worse than moving forward. My exit finally came and it was evident no plows or cars had been that way - mine were the first tracks. Even an all-wheel drive car in deep snow is a struggle but the car was safely led home. The only words I could say while driving were, "Dear God ..." I could not finish the prayer. He knew the terror of my situation and saw fit to get me home when I could not speak.
My family was overjoyed to see the headlights enter the driveway. By that time there was ten inches on the ground but the car plowed forward. It was my intention to tell them of the difficulty but there were no words, so I sat in silent gratitude that God got me home. At some point that night I checked the state's road closure website and saw that very road just traveled had been closed yet God let me through without anyone turning me back.
First light revealed a full fourteen inches of heavy, wet snow. The full impact of what could have been hit me. The impossible was made possible through a power much greater than impassable roads. Praise His Name!
