I remember driving through the mountains with my husband in the middle of a blizzard.
Okay, it wasn’t really a blizzard, and I wasn’t really driving, but it sure seemed like a blizzard from where I sat in the passenger seat. It was snowing hard and the wind was blowing it across the mountain road. We couldn’t see more than a foot or two in front of us.
I’d love to tell you that trust for my husband’s driving abilities got me through that experience. Because I do trust him… but I was way past that. Even the world’s best driver couldn’t see where the mountain met the road until it was too late.
As our kids slept in the back seat, I silently cried out to Jesus.