Lately, our life here at the ranch has appeared to hit some major detours. I’ll be honest, it’s been a struggle to stay positive and forward thinking. I read this post back in December. It is written by the husband of a sweet friend I went to high school with. (remember the rotten veggie war with Melody in your back yard Patty) Anyway, I ran across the post again this morning. It was a very gentle and yet strong reminder, that “sometimes God intervenes, sets up a mudslide, or other detour, and tells us, ‘This is where you are to get off the predictable road. I have another plan for you now.”
When one is driving on I-88 between Binghamton and Albany, New York it is very easy to get used to the long relatively straight sections of highway with exits every 5-10 miles. The highway is somewhat predictable, veering slightly to the left to follow the sides of valleys and avoid the higher hills. Even if one is unfamiliar with the route, one might be able to approximately guess what the next two to three miles will be like. There are times when the predictability of our lives parallels the predictability of the interstate. One can effortlessly imagine what the next week, month, or year of his life may entail. However, sometimes God intervenes, sets up a mudslide, or other detour, and tells us, “This is where you are to get off the predictable road. I have another plan for you now.”
God did just that to me last week. Thursday…
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