Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light to my path.
—Psalm 119:105 (NRSV)
The curvy county road narrowed as the fields of bluebonnets encroached on the blacktop, reducing it to one lane. If a car approached from the opposite direction, it couldn’t possibly pass without hitting mine. Not that I’d seen another vehicle on this desolate road pitted with neglected potholes. How in the world did I end up here? Did I take the wrong turn?
With no cell service, I couldn’t ask Siri to navigate. I considered turning back, but there was no place to turn around safely. I had no other choice but to slow down, keep driving, and enjoy the view. Beyond acres of purple wildflowers stood grand hills covered in green foliage, topped by a bright blue sky. I saw a doe and her spotted fawn drinking from a creek as I drove across a low-water bridge. The dogwoods and redbuds along the bank saluted in full splendor.
A few miles farther, the road opened up. The highway I sought was ahead. I sighed with relief. I’d ended up right where I needed to be. Finding unexpected beauty during my road trip was not unlike some spiritual journeys I’ve taken. Problems, misunderstandings, or neglecting my prayer life have landed me in a few desolate places, leading me to ask Jesus, “How did I get here?”
Like the surprising splendor I found along the roadway when I thought I was lost, Jesus shows me the beauty that can come when I trust Him with the twists and turns of life.
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