This morning as I drove into the morning sun, I watched as it
rose, it changed and moved my view along with the movement of my vehicle which carries
me down the road to work. Some days I
yearn to just stop, get out and wander, not arriving as I should – but my reality
doesn’t have me tarrying this Friday.
My commute time is my time alone – 40 minutes of the day to
myself in my own space – allowing my brain to wander, to stress, to plan, to
absorb what is to be and what has been. I
take joy in my views some days, while other days I lament the time to hasten to
get on with what needs to be done.
This morning’s light frost and fading fog with the rising
sun was beautiful. With only my cell
phone, I reached for it yearning my “real” camera. The cell phone doesn’t do it justice, but
captured well despite itself.
New roads by God’s changing hands on the same roads I travel
everyday – he paints them for me daily.
27 years of the same drive – it can still take my heart and move
it. There is always change despite
always being the same.
As we age – we have new roads as well by God’s changing hand
on our same roads of life. My
mother-in-law a fiercely strong, faithful, independent women who 5 years ago
beat breast cancer, has a return of cancer in the form of lung cancer. A new road on her same road to journey. We all want to help – she has 7 children who
love her deeply. We live the
closest. She has been a giver to us all
these years, meals, quilts, books, time, support – you name it – she has been
there. Now, on this same road, we ask
and beg for her to allow US to give back in new ways. It will be a journey. While the first treatment wasn’t effective,
bless her – she wants chemo. She is
small, frail in body – but bold in spirit.
If you are reading this and you are a praying person –
please lift her up as we journey through this fog of cancer. I believe in the power of prayer….I also know
God calls us all home when our work on earth is done. Praying through this journey for his wisdom
and guidance that we as a family honor her and come to her aid in the ways we
can – each with gifts different from the other, but each with a heart of love
and support for a lady large in spirit.
Mathew 7:14 But small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it.