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Highway of Life

Highway of Life

As I was driving on route 15 south headed to the emergency room, my mind meandered along. I took more notice of the road, notice of more roadkill, notice of the line separating those driving south vs those driving north.

I observed the line separating the two lanes more closely than I planned on. The lines shifted from a single line, to a double line, to a passing line, to a no passing line. Kind of reminded me of life, you know. How its a thin line between love and hate. Did you know theres a song like that? Its a fine line between life and death. Actually, that line is probably thinner than what you and I imagine.

I thought about roads and where they take us. You can choose to go straight, or turn left, or even right. In those turns you may wonder if you turned exactly where you needed to turn. Did you go too far and miss your turn? Did you need to turn around, make a u-turn, or wander around strange streets in hopes of finding your way?

Life is kind of like that, right? I mean the roads we take, or dont take. Slow down, speed up, cruise along. Highway vs country road.

We are here today. Will we be here tomorrow? How will our lives how mattered? Will it be based on the roads weve taken? Or the roads weve purposely avoided?

And then I arrived. Here at the emergency room. Waiting for results of all kinds of tests. CT scan, blood work, chest and knee X-rays. All due to one single fall in the bathroom. It wasnt even a car wreck. A slip was all it took to get her here. In ER. Whats next? What road?

Life is fragile. So very fragile. Even the strong fall. Perhaps because of a car wreck. A slip. A fall.

You may wonder where Im going with all this, if youve bothered to read this far, cause you want to know the ending. Well, I have no idea. Im rambling as I sit in the ER waiting for results of a fall.

This particular story does not have an ending. But… For me, my story will continue long after my flesh is no more. My story will continue because my hope, my anchor, is with Jesus, and with Him there is no wrong turn. With Him there is life now. With Him, there is eternal life after death. With Him there is shalom peace.