Okay, I know it’s icy out there and the roads are horrible. My car seems to think it would be a great idea if it were, say, a sled. I seem to slide all the time. Which, at near-highway speeds, is not always a good thing (is it ever?).
So, I do a lot of praying when I drive, too. 🙂 I pray for my safety, and the safety and wisdom of all the drivers on the road. I pray for my friends and family. I pray for people I see in the ditch, or in accidents — for their safety, for quick aid, and for a help with finances in case they need repairs or worse.
Tonight, when I was driving home, the road was pretty much clear…. Except for the viaducts, where patches of ice would lie in wait for me. Sure enough, I’d hit them and my car would go skidding sideways a couple feet — not too much, but enough to make me anxious, especially if there were people in the lane next to me.
My first reaction when this happens (besides correcting the car’s trajectory) is to pray. I thoroughly anticipated praying something like, “Lord, please don’t let me crash!”
Oh no. That’s not the prayer that came to me.
Remember I said that I had someone that God put on my heart? I was to pray for them — kinda like a job? (I love that job, by the way!) Yeah. My prayer was, “Please, Lord, keep him safe!”
Wait a minute! Isn’t this supposed to be about ME??!? *I* am the one slipping over here!!
Nope, nope. Sorry. It’s about him. Seriously, every time I slid (which was a lot).
Since when are prayers for me turning into intercession for him??!! I guess…um…since now.