Light at the End of the…
Over the past few weeks, we’ve had more than our fair share of scenic drives — both highways and hidden roads meandering past stunning vistas or through gorgeous glens. However, the scenery in these alpine region often suddenly morphs to the dim, yellowish, un-beautiful blocks and tiles of a mountain tunnel.
Our current tunnel record (aside from the English Channel Tunnel) is 7.8km. We’ve quit trying to hold our breath and instead try to guess what we’ll find at the other end.
In Germany, we went into a tunnel in a grey rain…. and came out into a blue and yellow sunset. In Austria, one tunnel began in day…. and ended in night. And then last night, we entered a tunnel in Slovenia…. and came out in Croatia. What a difference one mountain can make!
I’m reflecting on which mountains, or molehills, have had such an impact on my life. What struggle or obstacle or goal has significantly redefined my attitude, my faith, myself? Or when have I lost sight of my way, followed only the immediate road before me, then regain my larger vision to discover that my circumstances had drastically changed? I find I am sharpened by having to TRUST. By agreeing to admit I do not, and cannot, see the whole Map of my year, of my life, or of God’s greater plan that is so much bigger than me.
(Or of parenting either, for that matter!)
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