The snow had just begun to fall, and since it was not yet sticking to the highway, I was determined to drive to town for necessary supplies before the snowfall became dangerous. Things went well on the way to town. The snow was light and my wipers easily pushed it off the windshield. I loaded my groceries in the trunk of my car and set out along the country road for home. I had not gotten over two miles on my ten-mile journey when the snow became dense and the highway became treacherous. I noticed that my tires began to slip occasionally and I searched my thoughts for how to deal with sliding on a slick highway. Aren’t Ii supposed to turn into the skid? What does that mean? How does that look? How would that feel?
Wishing my husband had accompanied me, I realized, I had left my cell phone at home and had no way to call for help if needed. The highway stretched out before me, completely white now. The car slipped a little as it clawed its way up a hill, and I began to pray—very passionately--for God’s help. I topped the hill, rounded a curve and in front of me were tire tracks on the highway. These tracks meant a bit of traction onto which my eager tires could grasp.
When I turned into the driveway, I thanked God for the tracks that I followed to get me safely home. I prayed my tracks would guide a driver who might also come this way.
Discussion: What kind of tracks do you leave for others to guide them in the right path? What guides your way?