A few summers ago, I had an opportunity to housesit for a friend in Colorado. This meant that I would need to drive across country so I could bring my dog with me. During the trip, my car broke down in Nebraska—in the middle of miles of cornfields on a Sunday afternoon.
Even in the summer my dog sports a rather heavy coat. The temperature outside was 104 degrees with no shade in sight, and I was very concerned about him, especially since I’d run out of water. As I pulled over on the side of this busy highway, I felt a sense of panic rise in me. I had recently gone through a heartbreaking divorce and my mother had passed on, all in the same year. I had never felt so alone. I felt I had nowhere to turn.
Prior to starting out on this trip, however, I had been praying to better understand that “thy Maker is thine husband; the Lord of hosts is his name” (Isa. 54:5)—to look to God to meet all my needs. As I sat on the side of that highway, I realized I had reached a fork in my thinking. I could go down the path that said, “Why is this happening, why me, and where is God?” Or I could completely put my faith and trust in God to meet every need.
