Spaghetti

>> 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 Los Angeles 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.

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?

I faced so many different exits … so much spaghetti. Each exit was a new and different decision. I wasn’t used to making decisions … and certainly not at the speed my new life required. Most people were in a hurry with their own lives and just wanted me to move to the right and let them pass.

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.

“True to your word, you let me catch my breath and send me in the right direction”.
Psalms 23:3 (MSG)

2 comments:

Marijo (Mary Jo) Phelps March 4, 2011 at 6:53 AM  

I lived in California (Central Valley) most of my adult life and visited LA on rare occasions - the freeways there were no fun way back in the 70s and I am sure they are much more incredible now.... thanks for this piece filled with good analogies!

Joy Bach March 4, 2011 at 9:31 AM  

Marijo, I feel like I'm getting to know you. thanks so much for commenting. Helps me know someone is reading.

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