>> Thursday, March 3, 2011
The “Super Shuttle” van flew down the freeway, headed for LAX. My husband and I had been on a trip to the
area and now it was time to return home. For as far as I could see, cars were going somewhere in a hurry. The exit ramps would fly by … sometimes the interchanges would be three levels deep. Los Angeles
It reminded me of spaghetti.
A few cars would brake slightly as they approached an exit. Maybe they weren’t sure this was the right one. Or maybe they were afraid to merge with the next highway. Some vehicles rounded the exit ramp so quickly I feared they would turn over. They were on a mission.
Then there were the cars merging with us … constantly … a veritable sea of movement in every direction. The result of one wrong move would be an accident.
The driver of the shuttle had his window down … and the noise was overwhelming. Suddenly, I heard a thud and looked out my window in time to see a car scraping down the concrete divider between her and me. Thoughts of what would have occurred had the divider not been there flitted through my mind. Was her car disabled? Was she hurt? Who knew? We continued our mad dash to the airport.
My thoughts turned to life … specifically my life. I understood approaching exit ramps hesitantly. The uprooting of my children and moving to a different state would lead where? What if it was the wrong exit? How far would I have to travel before I knew I had made a mistake? Could I ever get back?
Ever been there?
God is ever ready with the directions for you. But you have to listen to hear them. Are you so sure of your direction, you don’t even bother asking? Where has that led you so far?
Remove yourself from the spaghetti and slow down enough to actually see the signs you are being given. Read the Bible. Talk with a pastor. God loves you and wants the best for you. If you’ve taken a wrong exit, He is waiting help.