It's a beautiful day and you are zooming along an open road. If you are like me, you are probably singing at the top of your lungs, simply enjoying the view even if it is endless miles of corn.
You're zipping down the road contentedly when all of the sudden you slam on the brakes and come to a complete stop. What's this? Road closed? What?
This is terrible! You had a plan, an expectation. From where you are, you might even be able to see a lovely little lake that you would like to sit beside while you munch on your picnic lunch. Perhaps you see a trail you would like to explore or a nice shady tree that you would like to rest under. The problem is, you can't get there from here. At least, not down the road you are on at the moment.
You have a couple of choices when you encounter a roadblock. You can plant yourself in front of it and wait, hoping that the barrier will eventually be removed. You can give up and retrace your way back to where you came from. You can accept the fact that the road is closed and you must take a detour.
The longest detour I ever took was in Nebraska. I was driving to Colorado Springs to visit my aunt and I was all by myself. I had to retrace my steps a couple of times because I had missed some of the detour signs. When I finally got on the alternate road, I drove for about 100 miles. There were times I got a bit nervous. Had I missed the road once again? This detour was for so long and while there seemed to be a lot of traffic at first, there was hardly any traffic now. I had never been on this road before. It was pretty desolate and there was no place where I could stop and ask for directions. In fact there was really no place to stop at all. I was in fact, starting to get a bit nervous. I was fine on gas at the moment but I had no idea how long I was going to have to be on this road.
I prayed and kept on moving.
After what seemed like an eternity, I saw a sign. I was not only on the right road, the detour was going to end soon and I would be back on the interstate. I went a bit further and saw some signs which told me that once I reached the interstate, there were places where I could stop and get some fuel for both myself and my car. Whew!
In this life, we are going to hit roadblocks from time to time. It is inevitable. When you encounter "roadblocks", what are you going to do? Are you going to camp next to it, give up or are you going to follow the detour signs?
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I often wonder, when I hit a roadblock, what God is trying to say to me. We ask Him to guide us, right? And so EVERY problem we face, everything that makes us change course, has been allowed by Him. Dead-ends, detours, and such take us where we had not planned on going, but am I willing to trust Him even when it appears that I am going the WRONG WAY?
Love this blog! Thanks K, I needed this reminder.
Detours in a big rig are not advised. I missed a sign once and several miles later had to back up half a mile before I could turn around. The cows thought I came to feed them.
Come think about it. I've done that a few times in life.