It was the light coming from a Way Station that gave us hope and an idea of where we were on the road to Midwest, Wyoming. We were traveling from Minnesota to Casper, Wyoming, when we encountered the worst blizzard of our lives. It was a total white out with fresh snow, winds at 70 mph, below zero temps and zero visibility and we were struggling to get to the next town of Midwest. As we came upon the storm, we knew we had to eek along because of the desolate nature of the oilfield. A little way into the trek we found ourselves traveling behind two oilfield trucks so we could see their taillights to know if we were still on the road. The road was extremely icy as we slowly made our way over many areas with70+ feet ravines right off the road’s shoulder. The trucks pulled ahead of us and we were again in the dark when out of nowhere a car came behind us to shower its lights on the road ahead. We were going from delineator to delineator posts hoping to catch the reflectors with our headlights. After three hours we came upon bright lights shining from a Way Station. The lights were a beacon of hope for us. We saw for the first time in three hours and knew we weren’t far from the tiny town of Midwest. After another 45 minutes we were welcomed by the lights of the convenience store where we sought refuge in a company-owned old motel. By following the lights we had made it to warmth and safety for the night.
In Isaiah 9 it reads, “The people who walked in darkness have seen a great light; those who lived in a land of deep darkness-on them light has shined.” What has been your darkness and when have you seen Jesus’ light in your life?
Diane Frederick is finishing her second term on the churchwide executive board. She hails from Oak Park Heights, Minnesota.
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Photo by DeusXFlorida. Used with permission.
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