Panic on the Highway 山路历险记 （5）
 I moved into the slow lane, next to
the dreaded edge, and swept around the terrifying curve. I kept
my eyes riveted on the road directly ahead. Down and down I went.
The curve seemed like it would never end. But all the way down the
mountain I felt love encircling me, keeping me safe from my fear
and guiding me.
 Finally I came to a rest area and pulled
in. I sagged back in the seat. I unclenched my hands and looked
at my fingers, white and bent. The presence I felt so strongly inside
the car began to fade, and with it went the last residue of the
fear that had gripped me these past several days. It drained from
me like a poison. I closed my eyes and said a prayer of thanks before
putting the car in gear and returning to the highway.
 I awoke early the next morning in Los
Angeles and glanced at the clock: 6:30, which meant 9:30 back home
in Georgia. I lay there for a time, thinking about the day before
and what I'd discovered that God's perfect love can conquer any
situation. He can control things that are beyond our control, even
the most crippling fear.
 I picked up the phone and dialed my
parents' home in Savannah. A soft, familiar voice answered. "Hi,
Lillian," I said. "We made it to California all right."
 There was a pause and a little sigh
from the other end. Then Lil-lian murmured, "Thank You, Jesus.
 A little electric tingle seemed to run
up my spine. "Why do you say that, Lillian?'
 "I have to thank Him. I prayed
all day for you yesterday. I asked Him to ride with you and keep
you safe, to put His hand on your shoulder. He did, didn't He?"
 "Oh, yes, Lillian," I answered,
"yes, He did."