Dry Snow

Spiritually dry.  Wanting so bad to feel the presence of God but not knowing how to get there.  As I drove along I90 I thought about other times when I had spent that same 2+ hour drive singing and praising the whole way.  I thought speaking the praise out loud might help so I tried. "You made this beautiful day!  Look at the clouds, the snow capped mountains..."  I spoke the words out loud in the car.  It was nice to realize those things but flat.  What was wrong with me that this dry spell was going on so long?  Where was God?  What was I supposed to be learning? What was I doing wrong?
Almost to Butte, I found myself in the middle of a snow storm. After a brief stop in town I tried to head over the mountain toward home.  The road was closed.  Semi's jack-knifed on the top.  I wanted to be home so I chose to drive the "old road."  The two-way was narrow and windy but it was often better because they kept it plowed and sanded for the people who lived along that  pass.  At first it was only wet but as I traveled on, the snow was sticking and it was slick.  I went slow.  A few other cars were behind.  The twists and turns over the mountain had potential for danger.  I don't know when I began singing - praise songs.  They came from deep within me, peaceful and strong. Came from somewhere I felt no ownership for.  They came as an answer to prayer, A spring of water for my dry soul.  I sang until the road was only wet again.  Then I drove on in silence, rested, peaceful and assured.