One morning, around 5 a.m. in Jan 1990, I was an unafilliated 20 year old coming home from the big Blue Revue afterparty. I was "a little tired", but I thought I could make it from Norman to Oklahoma City (a 30 minute drive with no traffic) safely. I remember driving, listening to my tapes, etc.
Then I noticed that I-35 had a new feature: a big mountain--stretching into the clouds, farther than I could see, seemingly all the way to heaven. I remember thinking, "How am I gonna get my little car all the way up this mountain?" I decided to go for it, but in the next second I slammed on the brakes, and thought, "Wait a minute, there are NO mountains in Oklahoma!" I woke up and I was on the bridge over the Canadian River...
Let me echo the sentiments of Lil_Sunshine: "God is good all the time and all the time, God is good!"
AMEN!