Jesus Take The Wheel

To start off this post I want to say that I am religious, but not in the way that I go to Church every weekend although I do want to start doing this now that Madison is getting older as Mr Soldier and I grew up going to Church every Sunday. We are both Catholic and Madison already has her own little pink bible but again, we are not uber religious and do not talk about it much. However, on Friday all I can describe my situation as was a "Jesus take the wheel moment" in my life. I was driving home from daycare, I had the day off and I had decided to drop Madison to daycare for a few hours so I could clean and organise the house without my toddler following me undoing everything. It was lightly raining and I could see I was clearly driving into storm clouds but the roads were still full and I had less than two miles until home. Plus the radio wasn't beeping any crazy messages at me so I kept driving. As I went up over a highway the storm hit in a second. I have a big Jeep and I was up high on this road and my Jeep got pushed one whole lane over. Thank goodness no one was immediately around me because with two hands on the wheel I had NO control over my car. I turned my hazards on (my lights were already on) and I prayed and I drove as slow as I could while still moving so that no one would drive into the back of me. I could see NOTHING. I prayed and I cried and I crawled along in my car until the road brought me back down to normal height where I promptly joined the nine other cars hiding under the bridge. Now I have driven in my fair share of Georgia storms but this was the worst. I don't know if it was the combination of the height I was at the time it hit but I prayed and begged to get home safe. As I pulled into the driveway I called Mr Soldier and cried to him, I don't really know what I wanted him to do but I needed to hear his voice. Thank goodness Madison wasn't in the car with me. How is that for a dramatic story on Monday morning?!