Roads

This weekend, we went to the SLC area for a wedding reception and to visit James's aunt. It was really fun, but it reminded me of how much I don't like riding in the car for more than an hour. On Saturday, while we were on the way back, we got slightly lost in the ghetto of SLC.  We didn't intend on going there, but one wrong turn led to 20 minutes of wandering around in a place we didn't want to be.

All it takes is one wrong turn to end up on the wrong path! There is only one path home. It is well-marked with signs that let us know we are on the right road. If we leave it, we lost precious time as we try to make our way back. Sometimes it takes more than a simple U-turn. There are roadblocks, detours, and trains. We wander without guidance until we find our way back to the road overhead with its bright lights beckoning. It doesn't matter how long it takes to get back on the road. It will still lead us home!

The dark road is so distracting, full of dead ends and boarded up houses. The path meanders and doesn't really lead anywhere. Some may scoff at those who take the well-traveled road, saying that the scenic route is faster, prettier, or easier.

There is one road home. Where we are on the road may not matter as much as the fact that we are on it. It will always lead us to the place that we should be.