God is moving...

so, i was driving home tonight on seemingly danger-less roads. key word being "seemingly". as i was driving home a little under the speed limit, the control of my car was taken from me and given completely to a monstrous snow drift, and far be it from me to do something only half-way. my little Kia did a 540 (an entire revolution + half a second one) and threw me quickly and gracefully into the ditch. THANK, THANK, THANK GOD no one was behind me, because it could have been much, much worse. Amazingly enough, nothing broke (on me or my car). however, i was in somewhat of a predicament, seeing as that the only visibility i had out of my left-side window was surrounded in snow. yes, i had hit so hard that i had basically buried myself in the snow. what was completely unlike me was that i didn't panic. i just kind of felt like, 'well, darn it.' and pulled out my driver's manual and coupon for a free tow. as i was getting ready to call the number, a man stopped and asked if i had anyone coming for me, and when i said 'no' he said he was going to pull me out, because it was too cold for 'a little lady' to be waiting on someone. and within half an hour, he had dug me out, pulled me up onto the road, and helped me get facing the right direction. and then i drove under 40 the rest of the way home.

when i am still, God is moving. when i am quiet, God is speaking. when i am scared, God is loving me. when i doubt, God is constant. when i fear, God protects me. i am unbelievably blessed to know these things.