I had awakened with a case of melancholy and was dreading the long ride home by myself. The gloomy weather forecast was rain in all three states of my ten-hour journey, and I was anxious over the probable storms. I hate driving in the rain.

Leaving very early morning, I was the only one traveling on the side streets and highway. The dark quietness seemed eerie and the awareness of being alone was unnerving. After asking the Lord for a safe trip and to keep the rain up in the clouds, feelings of insignificance began to overwhelm me. God, did You hear my prayer?

Self-worth questions began to surface from some deep place in my soul. Lord, do You value me? Is my life pleasing to You? Jesus, would You call me Your “friend” because I love You and try to obey Your commands? Or were Your comments in John 15 only for Your chosen twelve?

Random bizarre thoughts rolled through my mind. How can God know and love everyone on earth, and hear all their prayers at the same time when there are so many people? Would Jesus have died for just one person? Would God have separated the Red Sea for just one Israelite? My attention turned again to driving and my fear of the rain. Would You separate the waters for me today so I can ride home on dry land? Would You clear a path for me? Would You do immeasurably more by giving me some sunshine? I know You can, Lord, but would You do that for someone as unimportant as me?

Sometime mid-morning in southern Georgia, I saw thick fog in the distance. Oh boy, here it comes, I thought. To my surprise, the fog was actually steam rising from the pavement. A heavy shower had just ended. The shoulders of the road were covered with puddles while the outside and inside lanes appeared dark gray from the moisture. Yet, the middle lane of Interstate 75, on which I was driving, appeared lighter gray and dry.

I glanced in my rear-view mirror and saw a downpour in the background, and then noticed the low-hanging clouds ahead. The precipitation was all around me, but wasn’t upon me, and I was traveling over dry asphalt. Am I seeing this right? Again, I looked at the puddles and the adjacent wet lanes, and my heart began to race. God, are You answering my prayer? Did You “separate the water” for me to travel home on dry ground? I was exhilarated with the thought that God was giving me my request.

The Lord kept me from driving in rain the entire trip, and even provided a few peeks of sunshine later that afternoon. It was evident that He not only cleared a path in the weather, but He also parted a way through the heavier city traffic. While driving through Knoxville, I was pleased at first, then chuckled when every vehicle directly in front of me exited my lane. I didn’t have to brake or slow down.

As I laid in bed that night, God brought to mind that Elisha used Elijah’s cloak to separate the waters of the Jordan River before crossing over alone (2Kings 2:13-14). Furthermore, He reminded me of the Lord’s compassion and love for individuals, demonstrated by His healing and resurrection miracles. Jesus intentionally touched the leper, restoring him physically and emotionally (Mark1:40-42).

God is so good; “What is man that you are mindful of him, the son of man that you care for him?” (Hebrews 2:6). “I will be a Father to you, and you will be my sons and daughters, says the Lord Almighty” (2Corinthians 6:18). He knows when we’re lonely or depressed, and when we seriously contemplate our worth to Him.

I mentally replayed those early morning questions and reflected on everything God had provided for me that day.

And I became convinced that His love for each person is so great that Jesus would have died for just one person.