I turned off the highway
Onto a quiet country road
Thinking I knew where it went.
“He leads me . . .”
Surely this is the way home?
Fear set in.
I saw nothing familiar.
I saw no homes,
No shops.
I saw nothing.
“He leads me . . . “
Panic began to set in.
My phone wasn’t working.
Do I have enough gas?
I’m hungry and tired.
I want to go home.
Where am I?
“He leads me . . . “
My head hurt.
My hands started to shake.
I saw nothing . . .
“He leads me . . . “
I pulled over to the side of the road.
Glanced around,
Locked the doors,
Breathed deeply
And closed my eyes.
“He leads me . . . “
I took another slow, deep breath . . .
Exhaling
I realized I heard something.
I heard the movement of water
And opened my eyes to see a pond.
It was just yards from me
And a breeze caused the water
To make a musical sound.
I realized a chorus was singing
To the music
And looked to find birds in a nearby tree.
Looking to the other side
I saw fields of sunflowers
Smiling heavenward
On the sunny afternoon.
How could I have missed these
Driving along?
Nothing?
There was beauty everywhere.
Glancing,
I saw a nearly full tank
And realized I was in no hurry.
“He leads me . . . “
The gentle sounds and breeze
Comforted me
And I knew I wasn’t alone.
I was traveling a new path.
Home is where He is.
Together we slowly drove ahead.
I smiled with a thankful heart.
By Martha L Shaw – Copyright 9-23-12

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