I made a solo road trip to Kelowna this weekend, the scenery
when I could see it was amazing. On the way there, through the mountains, the roads
were clear, edged lightly with fresh snow, the trees along the way on fire with yellows and shades of
orange. The grand mountains towering above everything were frosted with snow; majestic is the name to describe them.
How majestic is your name in all the earth…those words came
to mind.
Before long I was driving through the rolling yellow
flatlands, dry and long grasses swaying in the wind interspersed with lone
tumbleweeds, then on into the hillsides dipping in and out of the valleys, at
some points it seemed I was driving through the tops of the trees, their height
hidden below in the valleys and then there, a change and I was driving
alongside them. Amongst them were bare hillsides,
empty places surrounding circles of trees that stood alone somehow saved from the ravages of the pine
beetle…there will always be trouble.
It was a freeing feeling driving solo, taking in God’s
creation, processing life’s circumstances, clearing my mind, straightening out
choices, right or wrong…hashing it out with God, Him listening, me talking, Him
comforting and confirming, me listening.
There is nothing like a drive to clear
up your mind from the fog of life.
I drove through some fog on the way there and again on the
way home, it is a little scary, just when you are noticing the beauty of the
world around you, there you are socked in, the world faded away from around you
and there is nothing. It actually
becomes hard to breathe when you find yourself in the fog it is all you can do
to stop the panic from entering in.
Interesting don’t you think, one moment you are entirely clear and the
next moment all is gone, clarity, peace, safety, any sense at all, gone.
When the mountains have had a dusting of snow every detail becomes
clear, the lay of the land becomes more pronounced, every crevice, valley, rock
face and sheer cliff side stand out. Every forward, back and far slope revealed.
Every place where trees have been lost lay low, every rockslide bare and every
logging road traced out for all to see, the truth of the land, God’s land, God’s
truth. And then the fog comes down covers and fills
every space, every detail, the very air we breathe, it’s like you lose track of the truth.
Ah, but the truth is, don’t panic, there will always be
trouble, the fog will lift…it will.
And then, what a beautiful world we will find ourselves in, when we
trust God to take us from place to place.
Trust Him, grace is just around the corner through the trees, over the
hills, through the flat lands…into God’s land...into God's truth.
I love that.
