The Road of Life
The road I call Life
Is ever changing before me.
There are so many twists and turns,
Hills, speed bumps and potholes
That I sometimes wonder
If the path will ever become easier.
I look at the windy road
And shake my head, discouraged.
“I'm right here,” the quiet whisper
Is like someone shouting,
“I'll help you get through each step,”
The voice reassures me.
“It may twist and turn,
But I'll keep you steady,
And when you come to a crossroads,
I'll show you which way to go.
“This path may be windy
And full of bumps, but I know
What's gonna happen, so trust Me.
It's the right road for you.”
When I penned this country-road-inspired poem very, very early in the morning on October 27th, I didn't realize I was less than a week away from hitting one of the biggest bumps I had encountered in the road of my life. That bump, a huge, bone-rattling, car-eating, heart-breaking pothole was my grandpa passing away, halfway across the country from me. I had no idea what was looming over the hill when I scribbled this poem, but in the days and weeks after Pappy passed on, I leaned on the words that had seemed to just flow onto the paper as I wrote that one late night.
As I looked back over the months since then, I realized the words came from Someone who knew exactly what was coming up on the other side of that hill, and knew I was about to need to see those words in black and white. And He knew I would understand the comparison of the sometimes unexpected stop signs and turns I encounter on the old country back roads to the twists and turns in the road of life. I'm so thankful for the country roads in my life, especially the kind I drive on that help me understand the kind of road--sometimes straight, with hills, turns, and crossroads appearing out of nowhere--I'll be walking until the day I join my Pappy in heaven.
So, now you know why I love my country roads....why do you enjoy yours?