By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer
Storm clouds hung like a heavy curtain ahead of us, and we anticipated rain at our destination. Torrential rain.
As the road curved, it lined up with a bright spot on the horizon, door-like in its invitation to escape the storm and go beyond.
I was reminded of the prophet Jeremiah as he told the people of Israel:
This is what the LORD says:
“Stand at the crossroads and look;
ask for the ancient paths,
ask where the good way is,
and walk in it, and
you will find rest for your souls…”
Jeremiah 6:16 NIV
Who doesn’t want rest?
Who doesn’t want to make it to their destination?
Who doesn’t want to know for certain that they are on the right road?
Often, other ways look easier. Short cuts are tempting, and detours can offer a seemingly smoother path. But if they are not God’s chosen path for us, they won’t be easier. They won’t get us there quicker, and they will likely lead to danger.
So how do we know if we’re on the good way?
Notice in Jeremiah’s declaration he says, “Stand at the crossroads and look; ask for the ancient paths.”
He doesn’t say, “You’re on your own, figure it out.” He says look around and then ask. Don’t ask for the quickest way, ask for the ancient path.
The ancient path is still there, faithfully leading people to the place they need to be. Not leading them into danger and death.
That doesn’t mean the way will be easy or carefree. But if we’re on the right path, we know we’re not alone. We can be confident that we’ll make it.
When it comes to life, new and improved isn’t always better.
Ask the original Road Builder, the One who blazed the ancient paths. He knows the best way.
And He’ll show us.
To walk out of His will
Is to walk into nowhere.
~C.S. Lewis, Perelandra
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The blacksmith’s thick mustache spread nearly to his ears. “You’re gonna watch Grace rescue that runaway stage.”
“Yeah.” It wasn’t any of the fella’s business, but a good horse was. “See if the rumors are true.”
“That she can ride, rope, and shoot better than her brothers and every other fella in Fremont County?” Smitty shook his head and wiped his blackened hands on a dirty rag from his back pocket. “She’s been doin’ that since before she was growed up. Then she went off and made a living at it with that Buffalo Bill outfit. You know, that’s what took her away to begin with. That Wild West show stopped here about four years ago, and she was hooked. Her brothers didn’t think much of the idea, but that didn’t stop her.”
Dan huffed. No surprise there. “I’ll be leaving near sunup.”
Smitty stepped out from the hitch rails and looked up Main Street. “Take this road here all the way out of town.” Pointing, as if he could see to the end, he added, “When you get to Soda Point, follow the curve on around the hill and keep goin’ past the turnoff that takes you up to Skyline Drive. About a mile after that, there’ll be a road that cuts off to the north, just before another big turn to the left. Take that road five or six miles up, and the main ranch road will be on your right. Big gate entrance with a high crossbeam, though you’ll already be on Hutton land. All that good cow country up there belongs to them.”
Dan paid the blacksmith. “Thank you. I’ll be here early.”
He didn’t know what time the movie crew would get to the ranch, but he’d just as soon get there first, which meant he had work to do. ~Covering Grace
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