I was engulfed in darkness, heavy traffic, and blinding rain.
I loaded up my grandson, Justin (age five), and my granddaughter, Hannah (age seven), and we began our journey to Pell City.
We traveled I-65 South all the way to Birmingham.
In Birmingham, we took the I-20 to Pell City, which took us about two and a half hours.
I did not have the exact address of my grandson, he had moved from his old address.
Now, I was depending on a five-year-old to get us to his new address.
We rode up and down the same highway for over an hour before I could get in touch with his dad.
By the time we left for home, it was getting dark, and it had started to rain.
On the Interstate, we got behind a large truck, and I could not see around him, so we missed our turn.
All I remember was we were headed north on a very rough highway. (79)
Several times, I almost stopped because I thought my tires were going flat, but I was afraid because it was very dark and not much traffic.
Thank God I had a cell phone that worked, so I called Hubby, who was working in St Louis at that time.
I told him what happened, and he said, what highway are you on? This was before we had GPS on our phones or our vehicles.
Hubby said I will call you back when I locate you on the map.
Hubby called and said you will have to go over the mountain to get back to I-65.
The darkness and rain did not help to see along the winding roads we took over the mountains.
We almost rammed into a stalled car on a dark bridge.
It took us twice as long to get home, but we made it safe and sound.
God was in control in both cases.
