Sunrise On The Parkway.

Waking up at five fifteen is never fun, especially when going to bed around 2:30. I woke up this morning with a fog around my head. I grumbled to my brother to hurry up and got into the car to drive him to the airport. Of course, comments about my driving were made as I struggled to keep my eyes open. Once we got on the turnpike though I started to wake up and my brother decided that being nice to me would be better than criticism. We talked about traveling and school, cliff jumping and the weather. By the time we arrived to the airport I had forgotten all about our rocky start this morning and the very early time. I dropped him off and began my way to exit the airport. This being my first time driving to the airport, I was nervous as to how I would navigate out of it, as well as I only had 3 dollars which meant I had no option about getting lost and having to pay more tolls than needed. While leaving the airport, of course, I got onto the wrong highway. Instead of calmly deciding what to do. I paniced. In front of me were signs for highways that I had never heard of, as cars zoomed ahead of me. And then I saw the one sign that flashed in front of my face. "Lincoln Tunnel, stay left" my heart dropped. I then called my dad and I am sure he thought of the worst possible thing. He told me to calm down and to look for the parkway. To make a long story short, I was able to get on the parkway a mile before the tunnel. I was having a hard time calming myself down, and I didn't really understand. I turned on 99.1 and prayed that a song would play that would change my mood right away. I seriously believe that commercials take up 90 percent of radio time. Finally, after about a million commercials, I heard the start up music before they play a song. I then heard the trumpets. Yes, the trumpets of a very old, cheesy christian song that I don't even know the name of but was probably sung by Michael W. Smith's brother. Frustrated, and about to change the station, I looked up ahead of me. The sun was rising. A huge beautiful ball of firey mass was staring directly in front of me. As I gazed in awe, through the trumpets I heard "and Jesus is my strength" over and over. I knew that, that exact song was what God had wanted me to hear. We may get lost sometimes. We may lose our direction and sometimes we can't find which way is up or down. But whenever we look straight ahead, we will encounter the strength that we need.