I Hold My Breath

As long ago as Gabe started his new position at work, he has been travelling to and from Kentucky and Ohio one time each month to each location. He doesn't like hotels, and he doesn't like being away from the family, so he always drives there and back all in one day. I have to admit, that as I have become more and more uncomfortable with this pregnancy, that having home gone and home all in one day is nice, but I always hold my breath on his way there and on his way back home. It makes for a very long day for him, and then there is always crazy midwest weather to worry about.

Last week I felt especially anxious. There would be rain and winds, and I prayed a little harder than usual all day, that he would be kept safe on his journey. The morning passed, and Gabe called to say the weather started out bad, but got better as he approached Ohio. So I breathed a sigh of relief, and went about the day's business. I still felt the urge to pray for his safety all day. He called on the way home and said that the weather was pretty bad. I prayed harder. When Gabe got home, he told me how he had felt the need to slow way down during one stretch of the trip. He approached what seemed to be an unusually calm spot, but still felt the need to go slow. An SUV passed by at a much higher speed, when all of a sudden there was incredible wind and the SUV was spun around multiple times and driven by the wind into the median, mud spraying up all around it. I know this impressed Gabe, but also made him a little more anxious as well. I know Gabe was being watched over that day and am so grateful he came home safe and sound.

This morning he left for Kentucky. Only an hour and a half of holding my breath left, until the evening's return trip home when I will hold my breath again. Another day of rain and wind *Sigh*. We're praying for you Gabe!