Last night I had the other feeling in the fog. My kids were with me once again. My daughter in the back seat singing "I'm in the Lord's Army" and "Swing Lo, Sweet Chariot" and "Father Abraham" Jackson was next to me in the front. Chattering on and on and on and on about anything and everything he could think of. And yet, I felt so alone. It was dark. The fog so dense that I couldn't see more than 10' in front of me at times. So dark and murky even that I didn't dig my cell phone out to take another picture like I had done this afternoon, and you need to know, that I was clearly not liking the weather to have not done that. I knew God was still with us. I knew that the next curve would be coming, and I just prayed that He would guide us along the road, even when I couldn't see it.
And as we drove along, I knew we would be approaching the corner notorious for catching people by surprise even on a good day, and had recently claimed the lives of two small children. I dreaded this corner... would I see a car pull out? Would they see me coming?