'Where are You, God?'

Last year, my husband and I were traveling through Nebraska in our truck with our pull-behind trailer. Suddenly a dark brown fog was coming our way. Wind was whipping our trailer and truck one way and then, instantly changing directions, whipping us the other. 

When we could not see ahead of our hood, we pulled over as far on the shoulder as possible and watched some 18-wheelers pass like bullets. We were sitting ducks on the shoulder and had no place to go. This dangerous situation, along with the storm’s onslaught of hailstones, hard rain, loud wind, and engulfing fog, was frightening. 

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