Tomorrow is Never Promised

We headed north from Georgia early this morning through a dense fog. The traffic was light, but driving conditions were less then perfect.

An hour into our route we came to a standstill. It's not often that you sit still, quietly, on interstate 95 for an hour or so.

We found ourselves accepting the waiting, and reflecting on the gifts we've recieved from God over the past month.

As the parking lot began to move forward we came upon this site and breathed a little heavy seeing the luggage strewn about and the mangled vehicles.

Tomorrow is never promised, don't waste today.

Pray on...

(Tomorrow is never promised ~ Jeremy Cowart)