It was a challenging season of life. I was a full-time husband, new father, full-time pastor, part-time religion instructor, and doctoral student. Needless to say, I wasn’t sleeping a lot back then. On a certain trek coming back from Southern Seminary, I began to drift asleep at the wheel. After about 6 days of classes and 6 hours on the road, exhaustion hit me and catastrophe wasn’t too far behind.
Gratefully, as I began to drift off the interstate, I was alerted by the tracked grooves in the road, and I was startled back to reality. While I was grateful for the wakeup call, the sudden fright almost created a more dangerous scenario: I overcompensated.