Roads and Journeys

Life is a journey. Sometimes we end up caught in a traffic jam; other times we drive for miles quite unsure of where we're going. It always helps to have a map. And it helps if one knows how to read the map.

My friend Deborah and I set out on a journey last Friday. I'd looked up possible routes and even printed a map along with directions, but in spite of my apparent preparation, we ended up wandering back roads wasting precious time. I wasn't worried whether or not we'd actually make the destination. We weren't actually lost, just misdirected. I took the freeway exit too soon and so we meandered about the hills and back roads. We took the long way because I didn't pay enough attention to the map.

Not all was lost. We were blessed with hills full of autumn colors, bright blue skies, and sunshine. There was plenty to be thankful for because God is like that. He sends blessing in spite of our foolishness. I came home with a deepened friendship, plenty of photos, and a few trinkets. I only wish I'd not left myself feeling rushed. We so need those moments to inhale deeply and rest.

I'd been given a map of another type as a child. Mom and Dad took me to Sunday school, read me Bible stories, and taught me about Jesus. I can't recall a day when I didn't know how to pray or where to turn in times of need, but I haven't always been an avid "reader of the map" and have done my share of confused wandering. There have been abundant blessings along the way, along with abundant heartaches. A time or two I've stopped to ask directions. Sometimes I've been given good advice and other times well-intentioned people have either given bad directions or ignored me altogether.

Just like the wandering motorist searches for roads going in the right direction, a wandering soul looks for the right path too. There are some rough spots in the road ahead, potholes, ruts, and rocks, but on the other side is smoother pavement. I promise not to drag you all into my woes, but I would appreciate prayers for our safe arrival. And thank you.

You have turned my mourning into joyful dancing.
    You have taken away my clothes of mourning and clothed me with joy

Psalm 30:11 

I'm counting on a promise for the future.