Joe and I have been having a Date Night every Saturday night. More times than not, he drives to the restaurant and I drive home. We usually take the scenic route which takes us through the middle of town. Abingdon has older, gorgeous houses, and I love looking at them. However, the last time that we went to the restaurant, Joe said, “let’s take the Interstate home instead.”
The restaurant is on an exit that I hardly take, so I was having a hard time figuring out where to go. My passenger-seat driver was full of instructions, which were starting to get on my nerves. When we were almost to the Interstate, Joe said, “get in the left lane,” but it didn’t register on me that he said left instead of right.
The direction that we were going was to the right, so I assumed that the onramp to the Interstate was to the right. Once again, Joe said get in the left lane and I responded that I was. Then he got animated and started pointing, and said, “LEFT, not right!” I had to swerve to get into the left lane in order to get on the onramp.
I told him that I wasn’t expecting the onramp to be on the opposite side of the road, and it was dark and I didn’t see the sign. If that wasn’t bad enough, when we got off the Interstate, there was a stoplight at the bottom of the offramp. I’ve been on that offramp a hundred times, but not at night.
Driving at night is not something that I enjoy, especially if it has been raining. Even with my contacts, I have a hard time seeing well at night, so I usually try to be home before it gets dark. We always take my car when we go out to eat because my vehicle has the brightest lights. I hate not being able to see very far down the road since I don’t know what is in front of me. More than once I have gotten surprised by a deer or dog standing in the road.
When I got ready to turn left, I turned short and was getting ready to head down the wrong lane. I couldn’t see the median in the dark, but Joe sure could. He started yelling, “you’re going down the wrong way.” I’m not sure who was happier to be home, me or Joe. I told him that I wasn’t driving us home again at night, so he would have to drive from now on. He was just glad to have made it home in one piece. Lol!
105 Your word is a lamp for my feet, a light on my path.
On Monday, this verse was in my morning devotion. When reading the verse, it immediately reminded me of our trip home from the restaurant. My headlamps are bright, but they still could only light up a portion of the road, and that left me partially in the dark.
Have you ever been camping? If you have, then you’ve probably used a lantern to walk from place to place. The light that shown leaves a lot in darkness, but it still lights the path enough for you to see where your foot is going.
The Lord says that His word is a lamp for our feet. If you’re like me, you wish that the Lord said His word was like a Lighthouse beacon. I want to see where the Lord is sending me, are there any dips in the road ahead, how many curves are coming toward me. Seeing around the corner is impossible, so you just have to have faith that the road ahead is safe and that you will arrive at your destination safely.
The Lord wants us to lean on Him, and to trust where He is leading us. If we could see everything before us, would we lean on the Lord as much? Would we try to take matters into our own hands and quit following His path? I’m sure that we make a wrong turn occasionally, but if we read the word of the Lord, He will light our path back to Him and continue to help us on our journey.
None of us can see the path in front of us, and we aren’t guaranteed there won’t be surprises on our journey. But, if we follow the lamp that is in front of us, we will arrive at our destination, and that is the main thing!
To God Goes The Glory!
Have A Blessed Day!