I was working the second shift as a scheduler at the Naval Supply Center in
San Diego. It was common for me to stay over a few minutes after my shift ended because I
wanted to make sure that all status of work and pertinent documentation were complete and
turned over properly to the third shift's supervisor. I did not remember how late I stayed
that night, but when I went outside, the fog was so thick you could slice it.
I was not a good night-time driver even in good weather. In foggy or rainy
weather, you might just as well forget it. I was exhausted and mentally drained from the
night's work and was in no mood to drive in heavy fog. But I had to get home. I got in my
car and started what seemed like the most frightening experience of my entire life.
Even with my glasses on, I could not see the exit signs to save my life. I
was driving very slowly, straining hard to see something that would give me a clue as to
where I was, but to no avail. Drivers around me, however, were zooming by at incredible
speed. I couldn't understand how they could see the road, and I couldn't. I greatly feared that I would be
driven off the road.
This was when I panicked. I was crying and praying at the same time. I asked God to help me through this horrible nightmare. I thought How can anyone see in this fog? I took the next exit that came up not knowing what it was but just so I got off the freeway before someone hit me. When I got off the exit ramp, I didn't know whether to turn left or right. So, there I was sitting in the car asking the Lord: Should I take the left turn or the right turn? Which one, Lord? More tears because I didn't hear the Lord tell me anything. I turned whichever way the impulse led.
After driving for what seemed like an eternity making numerous left and right turns (eeny-meeny-miney-mo style), I saw a 7-ll store up ahead and decided to stop and inquire where I was. I got out of the car and looked around. The area was strangely familiar. There was a light yellow house with a tree in the yard across the street, an apartment building was adjacent to the house, a white church next to 7-ll.... I blinked my eyes. Is that...is that my house across the street? I looked more closely. I read the street sign above me. Wonder of wonders and miracle of miracles, the house across the street was mine!
Jesus is my Lighthouse, not only on that unforgettable night years ago when He guided me safety home through the fog and maze, but throughout my whole life. He sends out a light so that I could see my way. He guides me ever so gently, lovingly, and patiently so that I would not crash against the rocks of sin.
