I wish I hadn’t ever started this way, Mitzi thought as she watched the steam snaking from under her car’s hood.
Mitzi had two crying and hungry kids in the backseat and fifteen more miles to go on a lonely two-lane road. There was no safe place to pull off and nowhere to stop for help. The traffic and the earlier flat tire were frustrating enough, and now this.
As the temperature gauge climbed ever so slightly, Mitzi watched the odometer through tear-filled eyes as the miles clicked slowly by. Just a little farther. Finally, there it was: the Virginia Dare Bridge.
Mitzi crested the top of the bridge and fixed her eyes on one of the most beautiful and peaceful places God had ever made: the Atlantic Ocean on the Outer Banks of North Carolina. Less than a mile to the rest area, she could feed the kids and let the car cool down. With a sigh of relief, she breathed a little prayer and thanked God as she rolled to a stop in the rest area parking lot.
Sounds like our journey with the Lord, doesn’t it? Sometimes the rough places make it seem as if it’s not worth it. We don’t plan on all the flat tires and problems when we accept the Lord as our Savior. Yet He proves time and again that His grace is sufficient.
The best part is one day we will cross that last hump and, on the other side, enter the place of rest God has prepared for those who love Him.
How can you remember where you’re going when the journey gets rough?
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