Back to Him.

There is something that has been weighing really heavily on me lately. That wedge I placed between me and my relationship with God. I'm not sure when it got there, but I feel it. I've stopped turning to Him first in times of need. I have been trying to deal with everything on my own, and while I'm being honest... that isn't going so well for me. It seems like it has been forever since I have actually felt Him with me, but that is my fault.

This weekend I received a rough reality check.

I went up for an awesome night out with my bestie on Friday night. Saturday morning, I headed out early to make it back home for the Polar Bear Plunge. As soon as I left, something was off. Apparently both of my front tires decided to deflate significantly over night. Not a huge deal right? Just stop off and get some air in them. Well on the way to a gas station, my car was slipping and sliding all over the place after an over night snow. I put it off to the deflation of the front tires and that as soon as I got them refilled, it would be fine.

I pull into a gas station and hop out to check the tires and get the caps off so I can refill them. The caps were frozen on. I had no tools with me to get them off, and apparently you cant get a wrench or pliers at a gas station. I call Mindy and she is able to swing by before going to cheer practice with the tools. I get them off and get them filled up (my PSI is supposed to be 41 and it was less than 20 in both my front tires...) and be on my way.

I was still doing some slipping around, but I know that sometimes side streets aren't attended to as fast as main roads. Surely the highway was going to be better. Wrong.

I made it 25 miles in over 1 hours. The trip in total is 120 miles and usually only takes me 2 hours. I had to pull off the road 3 times because I was actually having panic attacks from all the sliding my car was doing. It seemed like I was the only car having that problem. People were just FLYING past me. I was crying and shaking and I'm pretty sure I surpassed white knuckles into straight up bloody fingers from the death grip I had on the steering wheel.

The last time I pulled off the freeway, I realized that I was trying to do all of this on my own. I wasn't asking God to keep me safe. I gave myself a few more minutes of breathing time before I sucked it up and went back to the freeway. I was still sliding a little, but not nearly as much. About 10 miles in, the roads cleared up it seemed and it was smooth sailing. Any time I felt the sway of the car start, I just pressed on, confident I would be fine.

Soon I began to see what it was I was so afraid of. A little bit before I reached Milwaukee, I began to see accident after accident. 8 in total. Not just minor fender benders either. I'm talking about major accidents, of which some I am sure were fatal. One vans entire back end was gone. Then there was the blue pick up truck that was on its side. After I passed the 5th or 6th accident, I realized I had stopped praying for myself, and I was praying for the people in these cars and their families. I don't even think it was right until that moment that I realized how much I had shut myself off from God. I'm not sure why it happened, but I can see now that it did. All I can do is work on changing that everyday. Make a conscious effort to look to Him more often... not just at a time when I feel desperate.

Slowly but surely... I'll get there. The hard lesson I am learning now is that everything really does happen for a reason. Situations that seem impossible right now will turn out to be great things. I'm never in total darkness.