“When I get really afraid I come to you in trust.” Psalm 56.3
The day began with storm clouds, wind, and swirling rain. The promise of sun seemed a distant hope at best. Driving north towards Braxley found the hills flattening out into flat farmland, while the day tried to clear. A quick stop to check out a Gordon Keeble provided a needed rest break. The break turned into a present with four of the ninety-nine Keebles ever made sitting out for our close inspection.
Taking hope from the promise of sun, we headed towards the world’s largest maze. The choice of roads between Braxley and Warminster is never clear. Direct and short vs. long and round about. Clear-cut road signals vs. beautiful English roads with last second choices. Safe, well-defined service points vs. hidden villages with no hint of any gas stations or fast food restaurants for miles. Barren vs. sun lit tree covered roads.
The comparison between destinations only became clear with experience. How could we have known? What would we tell others?
Walking through life on a journey with God can often be similar. Storms attack when you least expect or deserve it. God’s son seems distant on a good day. Moving towards your goals can be unexpected surprises of hope, love, and acceptance. God’s gifts to us can be the energy we need to the hills ahead. What choice is the right one?
Do we take the job with the money or pursue a different course? Do we take the clear and obvious decision or live life moment to moment. Do we need to seek the unknown or stay within our comfort zone? Pursue status and glory or smell the roses? Exercise faith or show I can climb the mountain?
We never write the map of our lives in advance. God desperately wants each of us to see the best road, feel the wind on a warm day, and smell the Linden flowers of spring. The decision of which road to take is ours. God invites each of us.
