It was getting late, dark, and rainy. Samuel and I were on our way to pick up my husband, and of course my phone was dying. Being in a new area I had completely relied on my phone’s GPS as my guide.
Dripping with rain and frantically watching my two-year-old as he sat in the back of the car, I ran into the gas station like a person on a survival reality show.
Minutes before walking in to get some sense of location my phone died mid-sentence with my sister. With all the Harris Ford mojo I could muster, I wrote down the phone number on a crumbled piece of trash using a lipstick. It was that intense.
As I drove through the dark streets- country road dark- I stopped thinking and started pleading. Not like praying, but really like pleading. Vocally “Heavenly Father, Dear Father help me” over and over. I didn’t know how I would find my husband, how he would find me, and that thought was terrifying.
And then I drove into the darkness, all the while feeling I was going the wrong direction. The road kept getting darker and darker, nothing assured me, but I just kept going. Right after I passed through the darkest, winding stretch (where I had doubted my path the most) I recognized something in the distance. It was faint, but I kept going and sure enough—it was familiar.
We arrived at our destination, through miles of dark twists and unknown roads without one wrong turn. It was a miracle.
Faith is interesting, sometimes we have assurances along the path, sometimes we are left “alone”, but as we keep going and trusting we will see that God was always leading us, holding our hands in the dark and whispering in our ear "just keep going".
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