The storm rolls in, and with it, the walls of my world press in. Blinded by the flurries, I panic. To get stuck and be isolated--these are what drive me to hold tight, white-knuckled, ignoring the voice of logic in it's mad plea to cease. I flip on the hazards, as though I believe my distress will excuse my ignorance, I proceed. I grow tense. I go faster, blindly entering territories I am not qualified to navigate, I am out of control. I am thrown off the road in a skid, completely turned around. Buried. Deep.... Alone.
Perspective. Seeing your world, THE world through a different window..the window of a God elevated above the situation..watching, knowing, moving.