I love road trips, particularly ones where I don’t have to drive, because it gives me time to look out the window and daydream. I love imagining what the landscape would have looked like before it was settled by humans, back when the animals would run wild and the plants grew wherever they wanted to. I love imagining the wild freedom the land had before civilization took over. I love admiring God’s creation and the marvelous job He did. It fascinates me how some places are as flat as flat can be, while others are full of hills and mountains and the road curves around steep drop-offs and goes over rivers and streams. I love watching as the sun rises and the fog lifts over the landscape. I love the quaint country roads and the magnificent structure of bridges and highways. I love following wherever the road leads, whether it’s planned or unexpected.One of my favorite trips was when I got lost. The map quit, the GPS couldn’t find us, and my road-tripping partner and I just kept driving. The road got smaller and rougher; there were no more intersections to turn around or road signs that told us where we were or where we were going. We simply had to follow where it led: around a mountain, through forests, in the middle of nowhere, until suddenly we came out at this beautiful lake, fed by a rushing stream, that reflected the autumn leaves on the trees surrounding it and had the mountainous skyline as a backdrop. It was the most beautiful scene of nature I have ever come across.
At the time, I didn’t know where that road was leading me. I didn’t know what I would come across or what the journey would look like. I didn’t know how long it would be before we came across a gas station or some food, but by the grace of God, I never got hungry and we came across a gas station just as we got to empty.
Sometimes, I think the mystery of our journey adds to the beauty. Not having an alternate route, having to rely solely on God to navigate you, depending on Him to provide for and sustain you–those are the times our travels take us places we never expected to be, the times our courage can rise and we abandon our plans to go our own way. Those are the times we go places we hadn’t planned to and see beauty we didn’t know was there. Those are the times, when God gets us alone with Himself and there’s no other voices telling us where to go and what to do, those are the times that we can truly see where we were intended to go all along.