Last weekend was one of treacherous weather for those of us living in southern Kentucky. I know I have written about the weather here in some of my previous posts, but seriously, its crazy! I just can't help but talk about it.
So last weekend it snowed about 8 inches at my house. Unfortunately for me, when it started snowing I was at school. My mom was freaking out. For the first time in my life she gave me permission to skip class and come home. Of course, this was the one time I couldn't do that. I had a quiz in one of my classes and test prep in another. By the time I was done with classes the snow had already begun to stick.
Since it rarely ever snows here, I have absolutely no experience driving in that kind of weather. Therefore, my parents had devised a plan to get me home safely. I would drive as far as I could and then my grandad and dad would drive up and meet me, one of them driving my truck home. Of course, I've never really been good at accepting help, not even from my own family, and I thought I could make it home on my own. And I did... for the most part.
Somewhere along the road I ended up passing my grandad and dad, and I was driving a little faster than they were, I mean, the roads didn't really look that bad. However, the closer I got to home, the scarier the roads got. When I turned onto the road that leads to my house, my little pick up (with absolutely no weight in the back) started sliding all over the road and I started freaking out. So I pulled over in the closest driveway and called my dad to come rescue me. He was there before I could even get my wits together, and he got me home safely.
Here's the thing. Sometimes we find ourselves away from our spiritual "home." We're out on our own, doing our own thing when the storm hits. All of the sudden we realize how important it is we go home, but most of the time, the storm has already done its damage. So what do we do? We go it alone, thinking we can make it home on our own knowledge. But we can't! We so desperately need help to make it home, even more than that we need our heavenly father, He is the only one who can really rescue us and bring us home.
So last weekend it snowed about 8 inches at my house. Unfortunately for me, when it started snowing I was at school. My mom was freaking out. For the first time in my life she gave me permission to skip class and come home. Of course, this was the one time I couldn't do that. I had a quiz in one of my classes and test prep in another. By the time I was done with classes the snow had already begun to stick.
Since it rarely ever snows here, I have absolutely no experience driving in that kind of weather. Therefore, my parents had devised a plan to get me home safely. I would drive as far as I could and then my grandad and dad would drive up and meet me, one of them driving my truck home. Of course, I've never really been good at accepting help, not even from my own family, and I thought I could make it home on my own. And I did... for the most part.
Somewhere along the road I ended up passing my grandad and dad, and I was driving a little faster than they were, I mean, the roads didn't really look that bad. However, the closer I got to home, the scarier the roads got. When I turned onto the road that leads to my house, my little pick up (with absolutely no weight in the back) started sliding all over the road and I started freaking out. So I pulled over in the closest driveway and called my dad to come rescue me. He was there before I could even get my wits together, and he got me home safely.
Here's the thing. Sometimes we find ourselves away from our spiritual "home." We're out on our own, doing our own thing when the storm hits. All of the sudden we realize how important it is we go home, but most of the time, the storm has already done its damage. So what do we do? We go it alone, thinking we can make it home on our own knowledge. But we can't! We so desperately need help to make it home, even more than that we need our heavenly father, He is the only one who can really rescue us and bring us home.
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