Don't be surprised if I begin to post more than once a day. I've been dreaming a lot lately, which equals poor sleep, and a remedy is to clear my head through various mediums, this being one of them. And also to exercise so I sleep too heavily to dream, but that's another realm alltogether... all together... altogether... hmm.
On Sunday night I was on the last leg of my drive home from Vermont and I decided to take a shortcut, though one I wasn't really familiar with. My husband knows the way, so I called him and asked directions. They weren't particularly clear, but I hoped my raised-in-the-country sense of direction would help me recognize landmarks and guide me home.
Well, I got off the initial exit and then the second exit with no problem. Then I wasn't sure what was next, so took the exit that seemed like the one my husband was talking about. This brought me into the far right lane of four lanes and the (too late) realization that I needed to be to the left. When I didn't make it, I got all frustrated. Which meant yelling a bit because I was tired and had already been in the car for like 10 hours. The last thing I needed was a detour.
Anyways, I sent up a little prayer and kept my eyes peeled for something that told me I was going in the right direction. There wasn't much to see for awhile and the stuff I did see only seemed vaguely familiar, and maybe I was just making it familiar because I didn't want to be going the wrong way.
As I'm driving, a wonderful song I recognize from church, "Grace Like Rain," comes on the radio. The next thing I know, as I'm singing along, maybe even raising my non-steering-wheel hand in the air a bit, things begin to look familiar and I realize I'm headed in the right direction.
Of course this caused me to start singing a little louder and after the song was over and I finally got home, I kept singing. And then I thanked God for a beautiful bit of grace.
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