Saturday, January 9, 2010

Dear God,

We allowed Fred to lead us to Indianapolis except that he took us to Evansville. I simply followed my brother's foolproof method for finding the best way home. GPS's are not foolproof.

I wasn't troubled because eventually I took a new route home, a picturesque landscape right out of Currier and Ives. The rising and falling of southern Indiana's hills coupled with pastures and valleys, farms and homes where snow had fallen whetted my appetite for the fluffy white stuff. I traveled the unfamiliar route taking in the loveliness all around me.

Although the journey home was supposed to be about five and a half hours, the extra two hours gave me beautiful scenes upon which to gaze. Frozen lakes sparkled as glittering snow simply glistened. Aah winter!

What I learned from you was to trust the road where you lead. I am already acquainted with the familiar pathways of the past. There's nothing new under the sun there; however, the unexplored passages have great possibilities for the future.

O God,
thank you
for new roadways,
those alleys
and trails
that lead
to the future.
Remind me
that my way
is the
old way;
your way
is always best.

Love, Andrea