Looking back upon this day, I can’t shake the feeling that change is coming. In some ways, I sense that it’s already upon me. In a strictly metaphorical sense I feel like a mother about to give birth.
What does this have to do with my picture of the day? Here I am stuck, driving a snail’s pace up I-5, thinking there surely must be an accident. I’m even bracing for whatever trauma or tragedy has occurred ahead. But, really, the slow down had absolutely nothing to do with an accident. It was road construction.
How often do we feel like that about life? Like, somehow we ended up where we are because of poor choices, and surely we are where we are because of an unfortunate series of events – an accident? I don’t think this is correct. It’s all just construction, and there’s a plan behind all of it. It’s so cliche I can barely write it, but everything happens for a reason. Sometimes we’re so damaged, we need a little “road construction” to make our paths straight again. We can’t move forward until we’re fixed.
I’m somewhat damaged. I’m on a broken path. But I’m working on it, and I feel like before too long, my path will be straight. Change is coming – and I need to be complete in order to handle the new traffic that will enter into my life.