A fear I’d written about a few days ago came to pass yesterday. As predicted, the wind from winter storm Elliott raged more than 30+ mph when we crossed the 2.5 mile long Queen Isabella Memorial Bridge, and it was quite a terrifying experience. Construction near the center merged two lanes into one, further ensured by concrete barriers. I was grateful for little traffic. At 40′ in length, our motorhome may as well be a huge sail for wind that strong, and on at least one occasion I felt a gust move us unexpectedly. I was so grateful not to be driving; being a passenger was harrowing enough, particularly as I gazed at the wind-blown, chaotic waves below.
Needless to say, I am very grateful we arrived safely. I’m grateful to be someplace for a little while, and I’m grateful that these cold, windy days aren’t going to last too much longer. It’s a beautiful place to be for the holidays!
For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith–and this is not from yourselves, it is the gift of God. ~Ephesians 2:8
