Some years ago, before people traveled much, a man who’d lived in the South all his life made a trip to Pennsylvania in the wintertime. He’d never seen snow, and he’d sure never seen anything like the Susquehanna, all frozen over and covered with mist. He stood on the bank looking.
He knew that the river ice was strong and solid, because he’d heard about it. But that was different from knowing that it would hold him. So he took his time. He knelt down and put one hand on the ice. It held, so he put the other hand on. And then one knee. And then the other. And there he knelt, marveling and nervous. Just then, a horse-drawn carriage came barreling down the hill near him and out onto the ice and away it sped across the frozen river.
"Trust in the Lord with all your heart. . . ." Proverbs 3:5.