In Proverbs 3:5-6, we read: “Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding; In all your ways acknowledge Him, and He shall direct your paths.
“You’ve got to be kidding!” I peered at the chasm. A lazy river snaked its way to the Caribbean. Not quite as deep as the Grand Canyon, but might as well be.
“Like that jeep?” My husband nodded.
He had pulled over to the side of the highway. The bridge wasn’t completed. “Guess we’ll have to make the trip to the island another time.”
But as we sat there, a jeep pulled up. The driver got out, pulled some boards from the side of the road, placed them across the unfinished part. He lined up his tires with the boards, drove across the bridge.
“If that guy can do it, so can we.”
“No way. This old Buick across those boards? The weight will cause the boards to...” In the backseat of the car, our four children, eyes wide, looked from their dad to me.
“You drive. I’ll walk across the boards to the finished part, direct you. Pay attention to my hands.” My husband turned to the children in the back seat. “Y’all need to sit on the floor and be quiet so your mama can concentrate.
Really? Seemed to me, the builders of the bridge took into consideration that some, ahem, people would try to cross the bridge before completion. At the edge of the highway, a gap, completed bridge, another gap, to the road on the other side.
Danger signs? Pshaw. Who needed them? I don’t remember much about the crossing. Much of our visit on the island blurred due to my fretting about our return trip--same bridge.
“You’ve got to be kidding!” I peered at the chasm. A lazy river snaked its way to the Caribbean. Not quite as deep as the Grand Canyon, but might as well be.
“Like that jeep?” My husband nodded.He had pulled over to the side of the highway. The bridge wasn’t completed. “Guess we’ll have to make the trip to the island another time.”
But as we sat there, a jeep pulled up. The driver got out, pulled some boards from the side of the road, placed them across the unfinished part. He lined up his tires with the boards, drove across the bridge.
“If that guy can do it, so can we.”
“No way. This old Buick across those boards? The weight will cause the boards to...” In the backseat of the car, our four children, eyes wide, looked from their dad to me.
“You drive. I’ll walk across the boards to the finished part, direct you. Pay attention to my hands.” My husband turned to the children in the back seat. “Y’all need to sit on the floor and be quiet so your mama can concentrate.
Really? Seemed to me, the builders of the bridge took into consideration that some, ahem, people would try to cross the bridge before completion. At the edge of the highway, a gap, completed bridge, another gap, to the road on the other side.
Danger signs? Pshaw. Who needed them? I don’t remember much about the crossing. Much of our visit on the island blurred due to my fretting about our return trip--same bridge.
Kingdom Thinking. I know I’m supposed to trust in the Lord with all my heart. But, it’s hard. Many times impossible. So the Lord Jesus promises never to leave me and loves me with an everlasting love. No matter what bridge you’re crossing in your life, you can trust Him. He’ll direct your paths if you let Him.
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