I slid all over the road and eventually got stuck at the bottom of a hill. Usually, I would have freaked out and cried my eyes out. But this time all I did was pray and God kept me calm. My husband had of course lent his truck to his father so he had no way of getting me. This would have pushed me over the edge into hysterics on any other day but I just kept praying and thanking The Lord for getting me home because I KNEW that God would get me home. My husband called a friend who lived close by and while I waited for him to come help me a young cowboy came in a HUGE jacked up truck and he attached my trail blazer to his truck with chains and pulled me to the top of the hill where I was able to make it back to the grocery store and leave my vehicle there. The friend picked me and my groceries up and took me home. Then took my husband back to the grocery store so he could take my trail blazer home.
For most people, they would just be like "so what you got stuck in the snow. It happens. What's the big deal?" For me it was a big deal. I have come so far in the past year. This year I have pursued God so much more then I have ever in my entire Christian life. I saw the benefits of this year's journey on Sunday. I was stuck at the bottom of that hill for 2 and a half hours. During that time I didn't freak out once. I prayed and I thanked God in advance for getting me home because I KNEW God would. When I got home instead of being angry I just prayed and thanked God for that little test of patience that I passed because I trusted God and I KNEW he would take care of me. I have come soooooo far in the past year. I can see it now. I know I have soooo far to go still but I'm happy with how far God has gotten me already and I can't wait for the journey to continue. It's amazing how little things like this can turn out to be such blessings.
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