|Reading as a little girl with my Granddaddy|
As I mentioned yesterday, this past weekend, we were fortunate enough to be in the mountains of western Virginia at my grandparent’s house. I’ve been going there with my dad’s family since I was a little girl and I have some of my most favorite family memories there.
There was one fateful winter, however, when we barely made it to the top. Days before Christmas, our family of 7 piled into our blue and white striped suburban with our dog Celeste (who pretty much looked like a big grey bear) ready for the trek!
A few hours in, it began to rain/sleet, but we kept pushing through. A few more hours in, it was snowing…roads were closed, snow was everywhere, no plows were in sight, and what was supposed to be a five hour drive, had already turned into a six hour drive, with no end in sight. It was the scariest car ride our family had ever experienced together. I, for one, was SO grateful my mother had made me go the the bathroom at our last stop because as she likes to say, “Never pass a potty!” I can assure you, since that day, I never have!
We were terrified. We continued to inch along, while my parents tried to appear like everything was okay, but little by little, they were unraveling and showing their fear as well. (When your parents are scared, then you know it’s time to worry!)
At one point my dad called our grandad to check in and see what the status was a the top of the mountain. The phone was on speaker phone and my Granddaddy so calmly said, “We’re cool up here! The weather’s great. I’m standing outside in my slippers and no socks, hurry on up here!”
I’m sure my dad was quite annoyed, since his story and my granddad’s seemed SO vastly different, it was hard to believe. But, I remember sitting in the way back of the suburban, hearing his voice, and feeling like everything was going to be okay. For me, when scary times hit, his voice has always been one that brings me peace and leads me back to Truth. After talking to him on the phone, I knew that we were going to be okay and we were going to make it to the top–where we could run around outside in slippers with no socks–talk about crazy!
After 8 long, scary hours, we FINALLY made it to the top, where we discovered that Granddaddy was right! In a crazy turn of events, the weather at the top of the mountain was beautiful and unseasonably warm. After pushing through the fear and the storm, it was finally over; we were at the top.
Sometimes, our lives hit extremely scary patches and we find ourselves inching along wondering just how in the world we’re ever going to make it out. It’s so easy to focus on what is rather than what will be. For us, our present was a blizzard, dangerous conditions, closed roads, and limited options of making it to the top, but what was awaiting us was a beautiful, calm, mild, winter night with our family.
And much like my Granddaddy assured us of what was awaiting at the top, our God assures us in countless ways that we WILL make it through our storms. Through His Word, we know that He is with us, He will not desert us, He will strengthen us, He will help us, and though it seems daunting and impossible, He has a plan.
I have summoned you by name; you are mine.
I will be with you;
and when you pass through the rivers,
they will not sweep over you.
When you walk through the fire,
you will not be burned;
the flames will not set you ablaze.