It seems like today everywhere I turned road work was going on. I've had to detour on dirt roads, move over for big flashing arrows and dodge street painters. It's funny because when I leave the house, I assume the road I'm travelling will be the same as I last saw it. Then the upset happens.
How many times in my life's journey have I been forced to detour, taking the road unplanned? How many times did I have to stop and wait or move over? How many times have I said not my will O Lord but yours? The answer to the last question is probably not enough, but I have prayed that prayer often. So why am I still surprised when God upsets the course by detouring me, causing me to wait or requiring I move over? Instead of thinking of the inconvenience maybe I should think of the dangers He thwarts, the direction He desires, the timing that is only His and the following that I should cherish.