The last few weeks convinced me driving is becoming a contact sport. I admit not being the best driver in my family, but at least I stay on my side of the road. Well, most the time. Some folks don’t, and close encounters with them have been the result. Sure, I live in the country, and the majority of paved roads are narrow and winding, considering they were once wagon paths meandering from farm to farm. But that’s no excuse for people driving down the middle of them, especially around curves and over hills. The new collision technology works great within line of sight, but it’s not sonar, radar, or a hovering drone capable of providing aerial views. What’s a driver to do?
Pray. Psalm 41 says, “How blessed is he who considers the helpless; the Lord will deliver him in times of trouble. The Lord will protect him and keep him alive . . .” Sounds like an appropriate prayer for drivers everywhere.
What’s your driving preference—interstate, sideroads, or backroads?