Our Travel Agent

Over the past week, I've been doing a lot of traveling. While I have traveled over much of the U.S., this time I was traveling in New England, a section of the country I'd never had the pleasure of being in before. I was traveling with a group from the college my husband works at so I didn't bother too much about where I was going. My job was to be in the appointed place at the appointed time. Then, I would simply board the bus and get whisked away to my next destination. LOL! I am actually writing this from the west side of Chicago as the bus is making it's way back to Minnesota.

A comment I made to Alison Stewart (@kiwibird) a little bit ago got me to thinking about my trip and travels in general. Life is a journey! Sometimes we are treading a familiar road and we know what lies around the next curve but more often than not... we are traveling unfamiliar paths. There is One who knows those paths. Are we traveling with Him?

At the moment, I am facing some rather uncertain times in my life. It is easy to panic. It is easy to cry out to God, "This road isn't easy at all! It doesn't look right! The map must be upside down! You put me on the wrong flight, God! Let's turn this airplane, ship, car, bicycle or whatever around!"

When we commit our lives to God, He directs our paths... in other words, He becomes our "travel agent". Here's something else to chew on. It is impossible for God to get it wrong. It is impossible for God to get lost, get misdirected, get disoriented or mess up. If we are honest with ourselves we will admit that is sometimes hard to believe. I had a hard time believing it yesterday evening when got some bad news. We are always going to have moments when our faith wavers. We're human. That's not the problem. The problem is, what will we do when it happens.

I know what I did. I fought back the tears for I was on a bus with 33 people when I got some bad news and felt like I'd been punched in the stomach and was being hurtled in front of a truck. As we got off the bus and went into the home where we were to have dinner, I had to paste on a smile which threatened to slip. I tightly clasped my husband's hand and breathed a prayer.

As the sun set, I found a quiet spot out in the yard and with my husband beside me, I called my mom and choked out the words... "Please pray for me..." and she did. Not only did she pray, she prayed the Word of God. My mom doesn't fool around. She got out the double-edged sword and went to battle on my behalf.

No, what is happening at the moment to me does not make sense but I also remembered I do nthat my way is not necessarily God's way. In fact, I can say with certainty that God never does things my way; He does things His way.

Life is a journey! The path He is leading me on is an unfamiliar and difficult one. However, I am choosing to set my eyes upon my "travel agent" who is going before me rather than setting my eyes upon the path. He is my refuge and strength and I can be confident that if I

Trust in the Lord with all thine heart and lean not unto thine own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge Him and He shall direct thy paths. Proverbs 3:5-6


K :princess: