It was a cold, snowy day. Gerard had his Camaro which was no good in the snow. He gets home from work before I do, but somehow I got home before him, maybe I had the day off. That I don’t remember. I do remember how anxious I was to see him pull into the driveway. I don’t even remember what month it was. All I remember is how I kept praying that God would keep him safe and help him get home soon while pacing back and forth.
Bad thoughts kept going through my head like I prayed for his safety at work and he broke his ankle anyway. What if he’s in an accident? What would I do without him now? I hated these thoughts so replaced them with songs of praise to God instead.
I opened the front blinds so I could see farther down the street and stood by the window watching for him. Winter storms can be extremely nerve wrecking. Every time I saw headlights coming down the street my heart would jump in my chest hoping it was him. Then the car kept on going by and I’d pray some more. Finally, a car came and turned into our driveway. I was ecstatic and so relieved to see my husband that I thanked God for getting him home safely and met him at the front door, welcoming him home.
One of the best things I look forward to when we retire is not having to go anywhere in bad weather.