The storm was blinding. My four year old daughter and I were caught out on the highway with hundreds of others trying desperately to get home in one of the worst ice storms ever.
After we left our school, it took us about two hours to go only two miles.
I crept along praying that we would recieve a miracle, and make it home and our car would not stall as so many others that we saw along the road.
After another hour, we finally approached a steep icy hill.
I steadily pushed my old Chevy Van to get over the hill. Then I looked down.
Down in the valley below the hill were dozens of people who had gotten out of their cars and were looking up at us in horror and surprise.
Why were they staring? Then it dawned on me that we were the only one attempting to go up that icy hill!
I had seen all of the cars at the bottom of the hill, but I was so determined to get home that I did not think why they were all there.
They were there because they were afraid to go up that icy hill!
So there we were-halfway up the icy hill in the middle of an ice storm.
Suddenly a great fear washed over me. I looked at my daughter and she was happily singing, "Jesus Loves Me."
I told her to keep singing as the old Van struggled to reach the top of the hill. She was with Mommy and did not know the danger we were in.
We made it! Thank you, Jesus.
Then I looked down to the valley below and people were jumping in their vehicles to follow in our tracks, cars, trucks, even 18 wheelers!
The next day some of my coworkers commented on the hill incident. They admitted they thought we were were going to slide down and crash at the bottom.
We talked a lot about faith.
No, that was not really GREAT faith. It was more like "OOPS" faith, but it worked.