From the very beginning I thought the wedding was in Elgin. Got the invitation months ago, read it, planted Elgin in my mind. The week of the wedding I heard the bride tell someone the wedding was in Elk Grove Village. Panic set it. Elgin was a lot closer. Elk Grove Village was a lot farther. I rushed to the computer to get directions. Two choices. Route 12 or Route 62. I wasn’t as familiar with 12. 62 was familiar, but two lanes through a lot of forest preserves. Not appealing for driving alone late on a Saturday night.
I went home and checked for hotel rooms. Booked solid. With the easy solution unavailable, I began to pray for the next step. There was no way I was not going. Do I look for a hotel room somewhere close by, or do I drive? The more I thought about driving, the more I began to think of all the nasty things that might happen. A woman driving alone on a dark two lane highway…so many possibilities. I worked on casting them down and out.
By Friday, I wasn’t any closer to knowing what to do, so I decided that if I heard the word “hotel” that morning either at work, or on the radio (as in “Hotel California”), I’d find a room and if not, I’d trust and drive. It was a busy morning, and before I knew it, it was time to head home. As I was locking up, and closed the door behind me, it dawned on me I had not heard the word “hotel”. I was driving.
I continued to fight the spiritual warfare battle. I was driving and God would protect me. I kept repeating verses and assurances and affirmations. As I began to get ready to leave, I got more and more nervous. I brought my walking shoes to drive in (and run in if I got into any trouble). By the time I got in the car and set up the GPS, my heart was pounding. Deep breath. Put in address. Back up. Start out.
On the way to Route 62, I was directed to turn left on Main Street to get to Route 62, but there was a road work sign that Main Street was closed at Route 62. I went straight and was sent to Route 72. Look! Four to six lanes!
When it was time to head for home, I prayed before pulling out asking God to go before me, be at my side and be my rear guard. And please let me have someone to follow the whole way. Had no problem finding my way back to Route 72 – one obstacle out of the way. Now to get home. Four to six lanes, traffic, someone to follow, well-lit – I began to relax.
Then, I was stopped at the second light from my house and could relax more fully. I began to laugh, for I had just driven 34-35 miles on two major rural routes and this was the first stoplight that was red! Not a single stop the entire way! Not only did God get me home safely, He did it in 50 minutes instead of 75!
“For the Lord will go before you, and the God of Israel will be your rear guard.” (Isaiah 52:12b) No, I was not alone. I am never alone.