We took the same route that we always do, but today we drove straight into one crazy storm.  The windshield wipers were on high, but they seemed pointless in the downpour.  My hands gripped the wheel and my speed slowed.  I kept thinking, “I just want to get there!”

Debris flying.

                                   Rain pouring.

                                                                  Grip tightening.

                                                                                                            Speed slowing.

I knew our destination hadn’t moved; we’d get there.  I also knew I’d feel better if I could see the road more clearly.

Today’s trip is the perfect snapshot of my heart.  I know the destination hasn’t moved; that I’m confident of.  That the Lord has me absolutely convinced.  It’s the road I can’t see.

Debris flying.

                              Rain pouring.

                                                             Grip tightening.

                                                                                                               Speed slowing.

Where’s the mile marker that says how much longer it’s going to take?  Where’s the landmark that says, “Yes, you’re still going in the right direction”?