Last week I found myself driving through the woods on a hard-packed dirt road....up a mountain.
Yes, I have to admit, we passed a sign like this only quite small and way up high on a tree. Proceeding ahead with doubt, a car passed by from the other direction, and so my sister said we were fine and obviously the road wasn't closed! We soon found ourselves climbing ever higher, encountering a few ruts and more cornering. We finally reach the top, the road flattens out a bit and I am in a panic but my sister reassures me once again as a delivery van comes our way (how he passed us is a mystery....my eyes were shut as the road had considerably narrowed by now). I'm trying to breathe, my mom (in her 80's) is doing her big sighs. My sister is in the back seat. She has no clue what lies ahead. A sheer vertical drop! Muddy and very rutted! And a hairpin turn for good measure!!
I stop the car and announce that I am done and I was not driving anymore.
Thankfully my sister climbed into the driver's seat and somehow (my eyes remained closed) managed to get us down the mountain.
A week before this hair raising experience we received a
diagnosis regarding my granddaughter that has been a year in coming. Thankfully God is in the driver's seat with my daughter and her husband as they face a sheer drop and hairpin turns. I'll be close by, probably with my eyes shut, praying for strength and peace for them as they face decisions I do not want to face.
