A few nights back there was an awful accident on the interstate near the exit I take to get home. I had headed into the city that afternoon (the accident had just happened) and as I realized I had to take the frontage road in order to get to the city, and then saw the long line cars backed up for miles, I thought, “this is a bad idea.” At that point though, there was no where to turn around. The line of cars was so long and so deep, there was nowhere to go but to continue heading into the city. So I did. And six hours later, I was still stuck in the city, the interstate still closed, as they investigated and cleared the accident.
My husband found me an alternate route home that took me on some back roads but would get me around the accident. What I didn’t know from his route was that over an hours worth of that drive was going to be rough, washed out dirt road…oh, and yes ladies…I was driving my minivan!
With my brights on and a top speed of 15mph, I kept on driving. I wondered over and over again, “should I turn around? Certainly there has to be a better way than this.” About three quarters of the way through the drive I came to what was supposed to be the final turn on the back roads that would lead me past the ranches on the west side and into our little housing area. But as I slowed to make the turn, I found a sign that said, “Road Closed.” There were several cars and a couple trucks all at the same point. Many turned around and made the 45 minute trip back down the dirt road. But there were a few of us willing to give it a shot. Now hear me out! I would never have traveled that closed road alone. But there was a man, who walked up to my window and said that many times the county puts up this sign after our rainy season, but that he had been down the road many times and would lead me through. He assured me it would be ok and that he wouldn’t leave me stranded out there. There was also another woman in a truck that chose to follow him through as well. And while it was a scary drive, not knowing what was coming, we made it through and home about 20 minutes later. As I followed the tail lights of the trucks ahead of me, I was relying completely on them to guide me. I had no idea where I was going, what I was going to encounter, or how long the road would be. But I trusted the man with the experience to guide me through.
Isn’t that how we can be in our walk with the Lord? Flying blind, no end in sight, no knowledge of the length of the trip? But hey!!!!! We know the destination! Just like I knew that my destination was home, the night of the crazy off roading trip in my minivan, I know that the Lord is leading me closer to him in every trip he sets me out on. Sometimes we just have to keep going, no matter the difficulty, the confusion, or the length of the trial, we just have to keep going!
Let us not get tired of doing good, for we will reap at the proper time if we don’t give up. Galatians 6:9