Thank you, God!

I thank the Lord, for getting me safely home tonight. I give Him all the glory and praise! He is so good to me and I am so undeserving.

Today was one of my all day wrestling tournaments that I have to do blood duty for. It was a big junior varsity invitational with 9 schools there. It was gray and windy when I went to town and the gravel roads were starting to drift some. But I had to be there at 9:30AM and I was told it would likely be done by 4 or 4:30PM. It's one of those things where I don't have a choice, I am just told when to be there. It was a very very long day. We had the usual split lips and bloody noses and scratches to patch up and clean up after. In order to get done in time for the basketball game that was to come in after us, we got no breaks, just kept plugging along through round after round. It was cold and drafty in the gym and the seats got so hard and uncomfortable. But then the basketball game got canceled and I asked why. It seems that the wind had continued all day to the point that the roads were dangerous. I heard how highway 18 west out of town was so bad there was a semi rollover and lots of cars in the ditch. Then I heard about hwy 63 south of us being bad. Then I heard about the gravel roads being completely drifted shut in places. I started getting more and more frightened and worried about how I'd get home. Finally we got done and out of there at 6:30PM. So I called my husband and asked which way to try to come home. He told me the wind was from the north so I should take the north/south gravel roads after taking highway 18 to the west some. So I did. The street even in town was nearly impassable, and the visibility on hwy 18 was bad. Then I turned onto the gravel and immediately was plowing my way through huge drifts, some of which I couldn't see the other side to know how high it was or how far across it was. For those whole three miles, I prayed and begged God to get me safely home and told Him I would glorify Him for it. Each big drift I made it safely through, I thanked Him and praised Him for it. The visibility was so bad, I had to aim for the middle of the road and hope I was still on it. It reminded me of when I used to drive the rural mail route except this time it was dark and I couldn't see very far ahead. We were to go to a church couples' party in town at 7 and a birthday party in another town at 8, but when I finally got in my own garage and the car shut off, I told my dear husband that I was not going back out tonight. So we are home for the night and we will see what the morning brings. I just hope and pray that all those buses and all those families make it safely home to their warm houses tonight too. I'm so glad that God is not my copilot, but He is my pilot. Thank you, God, for getting me safely home tonight.