Week 2: When the Blizzard Blinds Us and God Still Sees
Some stories stay with you because they were dramatic. Others stay with you because they were dangerous. This one was both. And to this day, I still believe God’s hand was on us in a way I can’t explain.
We were serving in a ministry assignment located in a high‑snowfall area — the kind of place where winter doesn’t politely visit; it moves in and takes over. Our women’s ministry had planned an “everybody’s birthday” party at a local tea shop. It was already snowing, but these women — most of them seniors — were determined. So we met anyway.
We laughed, we celebrated, we enjoyed ourselves. But while we were sipping tea, the snow outside transformed into a full blizzard.
One of the ladies lived out in the boondocks, about fifteen minutes away. By the time I drove her home, visibility had nearly vanished. I could barely see the road. We passed the street before hers, and she reassured me, “They plowed that one, so mine will be plowed too.”
It wasn’t.
I spotted the entrance to her road just in time to turn, but the moment the van’s tires hit it, I knew we were in trouble. The snow was deep, untouched, and heavy. The van slid, pulled sideways, and before I knew it, we were sitting perpendicular to the road we had just turned off of — stuck in the worst possible way.
Then she said the words that nearly made me laugh and cry at the same time: “You have your shovel in the back, don’t you?”
A shovel. In my van. In a blizzard. In a place where I had never lived before and had never needed one.
No shovel. No phone signal. No visibility. And stuck in a blind‑out snowstorm.
And the terrifying thought hit me: What if the snowplow comes around the corner and can’t see us?
I started praying.
My sweet passenger bundled up and walked home through the storm to get her husband. He came back with a shovel and started digging. Then, as if sent on assignment, a pickup truck appeared out of the white haze. The driver saw us, stopped, and somehow — despite the angle, the snow, and the way we were wedged — managed to tow us out.
He even said it was nearly impossible to hook us up correctly because of how we were positioned.
But it worked.
And as I drove away, heart pounding, hands shaking, I saw the snowplow turn onto the very street where we had been stuck.
One minute earlier, and I don’t want to imagine the outcome.
What I learned: Sometimes we are so blinded by the storm around us that we can’t see the danger, the rescue, or the miracle unfolding. But God can.
We weren’t saved because I had the right tools. We weren’t saved because I had the right skills. We were saved because God saw what we couldn’t.
And He moved people — literally — to help.
For further reflection and study, click on this link: https://bible.knowing-jesus.com/topics/Eyes,-Used-Of-God..Journal what each verse says about what God sees and how that relates to your life.
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