As I wrote in Life with Lynnie (LwL) about recent happenings, I realized that I hadn't yet told you about some startling events of a few weeks ago!
One evening, around suppertime, I drove to the nearby town of Essex. Once again, I was to meet my writer friend J at the carpooling lot along the Hwy. #3 bypass and Arner Townline. It was our intention to carry on together to Leamington to our writer's club meeting.
Driving south on Manning Road, the rain kept pouring down. By the time I reached where I was to turn left onto the Hwy. #3 bypass, it had begun to be not only as dark as the ace of spades, but also a bit foggy.
To complicate things, near where I was to turn, were flashing lights from a couple of vehicles; one of which was in some sort of trouble.
As I began to make my turn into the overcast and blinding (from the flashing lights) roadway, I passed what I thought was the ground between the two (2) roadways, that serve as a dividing median for traffic in both directions. It only took a couple of seconds for me to realize something wasn't right.
By the time I realized I had in fact, only passed by the median between the division between the regular driving lanes and the separated left-turn lane, and had turned into the left-turn lane on the wrong side of the road, it was too late to stop and correct things.
Traffic came at me. I can only imagine what went through the minds of the drivers who wondered why I was driving in the wrong direction on their side of the roadway. :(
I thank God for the hedge of protection He kept around me that evening, because no collision occurred!
As soon as the traffic cleared, I did a u-turn and went back to the intersection, where I proceeded to access the roadway I had originally intended to drive upon. I carried on, to meet my fellow writer, as planned.
Never before had I done something like this; driving on a divided road in the wrong direction, I mean.
Well, I must say that years ago, I once came close to having a problem in fog. But, the situation was different.
Years earlier (about 1972), I had been driving west along Derry Road in Mississauga, Ontario, heading home late one evening, after work. The fog was so thick, it was like pea soup.
As I drove along, I had my window open, trying to look out into the wall of fog and listening to hear if I was approaching the side of the road, for there was a gravel shoulder on this dual lane roadway. A feeling came over me. I felt the need to stop my vehicle in the fog and determine where I was on the road.
After all, I didn't want to drive into a ditch! Yes, this was way back when, before this area was built up.
As I opened my door, and began to step out, I could feel gravel under my foot. The ground wasn't level, either. If you haven't guessed by now, I'll tell you that I while my vehicle had not left the roadway and was still on the road, the fact was, I was on the wrong side of the road.
What I almost fell into, was the ditch on the wrong side of the road.
Wow! Double wow! At the time, I couldn't imagine why God had kept a hedge of protection around me, for although I wasn't a terrible person, I was someone who didn't put Him first in my life.
Today, is a different story. Today, I realize that He protected me, for a reason. He still has something for me to do, for Him.
He knows that I live for Him. And, trust in Him. Not because my life isn't what I hoped it would be, but rather, because He is everything to me. I know that without Him, I cannot even take my next breath!
Nobody ever loved me like Jesus. And, I'm thankful.
Until next time...
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