The trouble began when there was no clearly marked route getting me back on my path. NO PROBLEM---years of running and planning running routes have taught me well. I have a sensitive nose when it comes to direction and following my nose is usually successful. I have been in Fort Worth long enough to have a good general sense of direction. It has come from reading the maps and riding the roads. The handy compass my little car came with is the only tool I really need.
Knowing where I am headed and the general direction it is in, means I can "feel" my way back on route with a little time. I was headed to one of the interstates which heads south, and leads to the home bound interstate which heads east. So I after taking the detour, I begin following my nose. WAA-LAA--I end up entering the southbound interstate 1/4 of a mile before the exit to the east bound interstate.
So it is with life--it takes detours. We are headed down a path, and feeling comfortable with the road and BAM---a road block--and a detour smack dab in our face. To get back on course--we need to have studied the map--and know the direction in which we desire to head. A handy compass in our possession will point us back to the correct path. While driving along my detour, it became a pleasant diversion with new sights to explore. I would have never seen those sights had I not followed my well trained nose and headed off in the new direction. Some detours in life are difficult--but others can be a pleasant diversion from the norm. Difficult or not--we have no choice, but to continue down the path--headed to our ultimate destination. No need for a GPS when you have a GOD---leading you even on the detours. With the clear knowledge, He is never surprised with a detour, we continue on down the path--following His lead with the clearly marked map He has provided--knowing He is our compass.
God will show me the path of life.