After 14 months of being pretty isolated from the rest of the world due to the pandemic, we finally decided to take a road trip and family vacation. We returned to our happy place in the Myrtle Beach area, this time staying a little further south in the less populated Surfside Beach.
As we were approaching South Carolina on a major highway, my navigation system suddenly changed my route. It indicated for me to take the next exit, and as I approached it, I briefly considered staying on the main highway, even if it took me longer to get to our destination.
But I remembered a previous blog I had written about following and trusting the navigation, as the system usually had more information to support the guidance it provided. As I exited the highway, I glanced at the system and saw that we were still an hour away from our destination.
I dreaded driving through those long, back roads. Something about the darkness and uncertainty of those single-lane dark roads unnerved me. I glanced over to Kenny, who was sleeping so peacefully, and decided to push through my feelings and keep driving.
Besides, I knew God was with me, and I resolved to spend the next hour focused on Him.
As we passed houses that I could make out, I started wondering about the people who lived inside. What was their occupation? Did they like living out here by themselves? I couldn’t imagine living so far away from my next-door neighbor. I inquisitively pondered what they did when they had to borrow something from their neighbor while cooking.
It’s interesting now that I think about it – I find that when I’m driving to a destination where I need the guidance of my navigation system, it often takes me through neighborhoods. Early on as I observed the random houses, I felt the urge to pray for the people who lived in them. Now it seems to be instinctive, as I usually say a quick prayer of salvation, protection, and blessing when I find myself driving through an unfamiliar neighborhood.
To occupy my mind, I started praying for people in the houses as I passed them until I would see a car approaching me from the opposite direction. I kept my eyes focused on the oncoming lights as my heartbeat slightly quicker while my hands gripped the steering wheel, ensuring I was in my lane and checking to make sure they were too.
I had heard and read too many news articles about late-night accidents happening on these kinds of roads. That’s what was causing my angst, and I noticed the feeling rose inside me every time there was a car approaching from the darkness.
I felt myself growing frustrated with each passing car and soon turned my exasperation to God as I truly believed He ordered my every step, no matter how seemingly insignificant. Why would you have me come this way? Why couldn’t I just stay on the main highway?
As it grew well past the midnight hour, I saw fewer cars, and we were surrounded by the darkness. Soon, I saw bright flashing emergency lights up ahead. There were so many of them, so I knew something terrible must have happened.
I called out to my sleeping family and woke everyone up. As we approached the scene, we saw a horrible car accident on our right side. I briefly saw a car that was severely damaged, as I tried to keep my eyes on the road. The girls pointed out there was another damaged car way off the road, obviously the result of a terrible collision.
Right then, Kassadi starts to pray aloud for the people involved in the accident. She interceded for all involved and prayed that no one died and that everyone would be ok. I nodded my head in agreement as she prayed and then offered my own silent prayer of protection for them as well.
As we drove off, I couldn’t get the accident off my mind. It was exactly what I had been so worried about driving on those roads. It was such an awful car crash, in the middle of nowhere, and so late at night.
But then I couldn’t help but think that maybe the reason we were on that desolate road was so we could pray for them. What if no one else would travel past that accident scene and our prayers were the only ones that would be offered for their lives?
Had God spared their lives because we took the time to pray? What a comforting thought! I’ll never know, but I really did hope so.
My family soon went back to sleep, but I continued to think about that accident scene. As much as I despised driving on those roads, I was thankful to be able to lift those people in prayer. As I finally pulled into our destination, I resolved to work harder at not complaining when God has me on a journey that may be uncomfortable, unpleasant, or downright painful. I must remember that He has a purpose for everything I experience, even if I don’t understand it at the time. He’s just amazing like that.
Have you ever wondered why God has you on a certain path? Do you find yourself questioning the direction of your life?
Resolve today to trust in God’s plan and journey for your life, even when you don’t agree with it, and look for the lesson He is trying to teach you.
PRAY WITH ME
Thank you for ordering my steps. When I feel myself growing dissatisfied with the path I’m on, please help me to remember that there is a purpose in everything you do, and I can trust you throughout my journey.
Thank you for the plan you are unraveling in my life.
In Jesus Name, Amen
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