I just came in from my morning walk.
My devotions led me to this.
Sometimes the journey doesn’t go the way you planned. Or hoped.
Late yesterday afternoon The Cutie and I finished a nice and beautiful four miles long walk alongside the Little Pigeon. Our car was at the Sugarlands parking lot and we were going to drive through the park to our place of stay in Townsend. It was just before dusk. The river that runs alongside the road was rushing and beautiful. The mountains and trees were stark and striking. The light was that strange glow that sometimes happens about that time. It was going to be 18 miles of pleasure on the evening before our departure for home.
Nine miles along, halfway there, the road was closed. I don’t know why. No one was warned. Something about a government shutdown.
So we turned around and got the 18 miles anyway.
Now we had to drive through Pigeon Forge. Bumper to bumper traffic. Garish lights everywhere. EVERYWHERE. Stoplight after stoplight.
I decided to practice my aim. I asked our friend Jesus to help me understand that different folks like different things. And I asked that all of those thousands of people have a great night and get home safely. There was plenty of fuel for my practice time but it went better for aiming higher.
Then we had to travel through the Wear Valley. At night. With some curiously impatient people behind and in front of us.
I decided the Chief Marksman wanted me to hone my skills. So I turned to our Friend again. We talked about those folks who were erratic and impatient. I really had no clue why they were that way. Everyone is different. Maybe they needed to go to the bathroom. Someone in the vehicle with me was hoping for expediency for that very reason. Speculating got to be entertaining and then got to be proof of the goodness in aiming higher.
And we got there. Exactly where we were heading when we departed.
Just not the route I wanted but quite likely the route I needed.
Today we head home. I suspect I will get several opportunities to practice my aim.