Sometimes I picture life as a huge road trip. Sometimes I'm riding in a badass rock and roll style tour bus. Sometimes I'm riding in a 1984 Winnebago that has seen better days.
When life is good and it seems like everything is going right, I feel like I'm on a smooth highway getting to my destination early. When life gets a little rough, I feel like we're bumping along, trying to dodge pot holes without much success and continually stopping to change a tire or check the oil.
What I think I sometimes forget is that I'm still getting there. Sometimes it's along the highway and sometimes it's on the back roads. No matter what, the path I had planned always gets altered. I can choose to go with the flow or fight it and be farther from my destination than when I started.
As I've grown older, I've done a better job of being ok going off my path and letting God take the wheel. Sometimes I see why he took me through the back way, sometimes I don't. I've even gone so far as to let God have the whole front seat because I'm lost.
Right now, with this whole baby thing, I'm going to the back of the Winnebago for a sandwich. God can take whichever road he wants, and I'll be along for the ride.
1 comment:
Miracles can happen when you're making that sandwich! :) I love this post, it's always hard for me to give up control of a situation, helps to know other people struggle too. Love you!
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