I’m back home from a week of driving. First to Saskatoon (2 hour drive) and to Calgary (usual 4 hour drive). The Saskatoon drive was somewhat uneventful.
The Calgary drive? A little less uneventful – in other words . . .
Ever try driving in fog for hours? And then find patches of ice that the freezing rain has just been deposited?
I began to become philosophical as I drove (you start to think that being philosophical is much wiser than becoming overwhelmed and erratic!).
I know that my life is guided by Jesus. But most days I’m in the clear and how I steer my life is fairly constant and hum drum. In fact, I could just let the wheel go and I wouldn’t worry. The country side would pass by and I would have enjoyed the day.
But when fog surrounds you, you are still left hold the steering wheel. But this time you pray for protection and trust that the road in front of you is one that the maker had in mind (no potholes, bridges out or lack of guardrails). The white and yellow lines certainly help. And the signs that pop out of the fog. And the few feet illumined in your headlights.
Beyond that it is trust.
Believe it or not, I enjoyed my travels. I was not frightened – I trusted the roadbuilder. I arrived at my destination safely.
Fear is best combated by faith!
I can just imagine what that fog on the plains must have been like. No lights in sight either, I bet. That is rugged and tiring. Glad you got home safely.