Well-planned-out

map of USAIn July, Pilot, our dog Daisy, and I went on a well-planned-out RV trip from Texas to North Dakota.

Our initial quest was to follow parts of the Lewis and Clark Trail. The trip took us over 4,000 miles round-trip to ten states in ten days. Whew.

It was a wonderful trip, although it did hold several surprises. Some good. Some not so good. One surprise was rather scary, actually. But that’s a story for another blog post.

As you might imagine, with that many miles to travel we had a plan. However, the week before the trip I suggested a change. Instead of visiting one particular museum, I wanted to visit a different one.

That proved to be a wonderful decision, even if the road getting to the museum was closed due to construction. We ran into a lot of road construction delays this trip. Plus, navigating Kansas City, Missouri rush hour traffic was a bit of a challenge.

One day, Pilot made a spur of the moment decision to take the road less traveled, to quote a famous poet, and serendipitously, we ended up at the Geological Center of the Americas; Canada, United States, and Mexico. Pretty cool. We also stumbled upon the Geological Center of the United States another day.

An unplanned decision to go into Montana took us to the glorious grandeur of God’s Painted Canyon in the Theodore Roosevelt National Park. That was another stop we weren’t expecting.

One museum we hoped to visit was closed. Undaunted, we found a different one to go to. This museum ended up being one of Pilot’s favorite stops.

The Atka Lakota museum on the grounds of the St. Joseph Indian School was wonderful, especially the film we watched. Proving small does not mean insignificant.

Three times in North Dakota, God arranged it so we arrived at museums in time to go on the last tours of the day. Otherwise, we’d have missed them altogether due to our schedule.

There is a lot more I’ll tell you in future posts, but right now, the point of this post is the following. Although we had a well-planned-out trip, as is always the way in life, God was the One in charge.

I’d like to leave you with this devotional thought from Streams in the Desert.

In no way is it enough to set out cheerfully with God on any venture of faith. You must also be willing to take your ideas of what the journey will be like and tear them into tiny pieces, for nothing on the itinerary will happen as you expect.

Your Guide will not keep to any beaten path. He will lead you through ways you would never have dreamed your eyes would see. He knows no fear, and He expects you to fear nothing while He is with you.

Streams in the Desert

L.B. Cowman

The day had gone; alone and weak
I groped my way within a bleak and sunless land.
The path that led into the light
I could not find! In that dark night
God took my hand.
He led me that I might not stray,
And brought me by a safe, new way
I had not known.
By waters still, through pastures green
I followed Him— the path was clean
Of briar and stone.
The heavy darkness lost its strength,
My waiting eyes beheld at length
The streaking dawn.
On, safely on, through sunrise glow
I walked, my hand in His, and lo,
The night had gone.
~Annie Porter Johnson

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Abraham trusted God, and when God told him to leave home and go far away to another land that he promised to give him, Abraham obeyed. Away he went, not even knowing where he was going. Hebrews 11:8 TLB

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Sandy

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Pause for Poetry-Thy Hidden Ones

Thy Hidden Ones

L. B. Cowman

Thick green leaves from the soft brown earth,

Happy springtime hath called them forth;

First faint promise of summer bloom

Breathes from the fragrant, sweet perfume,

Under the leaves.

 

Lift them! what marvelous beauty lies

Hidden beneath, from our thoughtless eyes!

Mayflowers, rosy or purest white,

Lift their cups to the sudden light,

Under the leaves.

 

Are there no lives whose holy deeds—

Seen by no eye save His who reads

Motive and action—in silence grow

Into rare beauty, and bud and blow

Under the leaves?

 

Fair white flowers of faith and trust,

Springing from spirits bruised and crushed;

Blossoms of love, rose-tinted and bright,

Touched and painted with Heaven’s own light

Under the leaves.

 

Full fresh clusters of duty borne,

Fairest of all in that shadow grown;

Wondrous the fragrance that sweet and rare

Comes from the flower-cups hidden there

Under the leaves.

 

Though unseen by our vision dim,

Bud and blossom are known to Him;

Wait we content for His heavenly ray—

Wait till our Master Himself one day

Lifteth the leaves.

L. B. Cowman

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