Cathy was excited, it was Saturday, and a weak storm had just left signaling the end of winter. She was on the road to see her fiancé, who had been away at college. He was home for a short time and it had been at least a month since they had seen each other in person Yes, there had been the emails, texting, and phone conversations, but it just wasn't the same. The roads she was traveling were remote backcountry roads, just cleared of the snow from that weak storm, and in her mind, easy to travel. After all, she had made this trip a number of times - she could almost drive them in her sleep - so what could go wrong?
She was an unbeliever, one who did not believe in God or Christ. Even though her family and her fiancé's family were all strong Christians, she just could not see how anyone with a brain could fall for these gods that had been created by first century man. It simply was a way to explain things away that they did not understand. But God had other plans for her. And these plans would interrupt her trip and make her face her unbelief.
Suddenly she found that she was, lost and alone. The storm that was raging had shut down everything. No one would know where she was, or even where to begin to search, and with the storm raging, no one could search for her anyway. To have survived the accident was a miracle in itself, but the temperatures were dropping, and the only shelter she had was her wrecked car. Would she die? And would she face her lack of faith as she fought for her very survival? After all she was a city kid, and loved that life. But now she was lost in a wilderness with a snowstorm raging, with no experience at all, and only God to turn to. In the end, would that be enough?
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Published December 8, 2011
Religion & Spirituality, Literature & Fiction.