THE PATH

Last night the wheels began to wobble on my car, and let’s just say a flat tire would have been a welcome cause. ‘Houston, we have a problem.’

This morning I was trying hard not to panic, when I felt Spirit whisper “Do you Trust me?” I paused, then started in with my list of ‘ya-buts’.

Again. “Do you Trust me?” OK. OK. Fine! Yes, I’ll work on that!

So, I went where I was led. The head mechanic just happened to meet me at the door. He listened. He offered to help. I cried just a little bit. He was an angel and I told him so. I think it made him happy.

Tonight, I have no more wobble, at least not in my car : ) And I am reminded… there is a subtle path each day with quiet gentle hints of direction, where we cannot see ahead. We have a choice: to trust, or race off into the dark. I think I’ll try to choose the path more often. If nothing else, it makes a better photo-opp : )

And you??? Amen.