Driving to get some yogurt and dessert after dinner with your friends is completely normal right? A nice night in Pasadena was what I was expecting... having a nice dinner, seeing all the small, illuminated shops side by side against the night of the sky, and having good conversations in the car. You don't think about what's going to happen next; the next footsteps you will take, or the next phone call you will make. Time just passes by, faster than your next decision. My thoughts start trailing away as I sat in the back of my friend's car, and something just happened. I opened my eyes to the smell of car exhaust and worried cries. "You guys ran a red light! You're drunk!", is what this old bitter man yelled at us. But it was green. The light was green and we all knew it. (Why is he still even talking?) The man's wife was sweet, sweet like a lemon covered in sugar. She got nicer in the end though. I will always remember the bitter old man and his wife, the expressions of my friends' faces, the smell of the car smoke, the way I got out of the car with one flip flop, the shattered glass, the image of the intersection, the way my friend's blue Mustang looked, but especially I'll remember how lucky we all were. You just never know what will happen next. And so... we were picked up and driven away from one of my firsts.
Yes, my soul, find rest in God; my hope comes from him. Truly he is my rock and my salvation; he is my fortress, I will not be shaken. My salvation and my honor depend on God; he is my mighty rock, my refuge. Trust in him at all times, you people; pour out your hearts to him, for God is our refuge.Psalm 62:5-8
