From "The Perfect Storm" to A Story of Hope
A few years ago, as the result of the "perfect storm" of circumstances, I was trapped in my garage for about eight minutes. Because I deal with some mild to moderate claustrophobia, eight minutes felt like an eternity to me. The door to get into the house was locked, I didn't have my key, the pad to open the garage was on the other side of that locked door, and I didn't have my phone to call someone to help me. To make matters worse, after about 2 minutes, the light went out and I was in the pitch black. I pounded on the garage door, screaming for help, but it was raining, and the likelihood of someone hearing me was pretty slim. I was alone in the house and would be for at least the next 18 hours. The front door was wide open. The poor dog was barking hysterically. Claustrophobia and panic filled my mind with all kinds of absolutely worst-case scenarios. I was unable to think rationally or to pray anything except, "please help me Jesus." I repeatedly pre...