Conversation in a Snowstorm

I drove down the dark road, 

wisps of white flooding my windshield like glitter on a stage, 

one single spotlight shining in my eyes.

And as I drove, I spoke,

words of thanksgiving,

words of adoration,

words of blessing on those I love.

For one hour I traveled,

hands clenched tightly

around the wheel,

as if the strength of my grip

would determine the outcome.

The music was playing low,

drowned out by air

hitting the windshield,

an ever present flow.

And the air was hidden

by my words,

spoken aloud 

for my God to hear.

I do not know where they came from,

somewhere deep inside.

His way of keeping me calm 

in the storm that threatened.

And I know now that I can handle it,

whatever it is He will throw at me.

Because when my words fail,

His stay strong.