Well that’s the way it was for us last Friday when we decided to take a road trip to
Six weeks ago we started a road trip of sorts. I resigned from a job without knowing where I was going next. (I’ve already told my kids not to do this, but it’s what we felt “called” to do.) Nevertheless we’re not much further now than where we were six weeks ago, partly because there have been so many detours or distractions. Sometimes I think it’s my fault we’re not making any progress. Other times I think the detours or distractions are there by appointment. I am reminded of what I read recently in Deuteronomy 8:2, “Remember how the Lord your God led you all the way in the desert these forty years, to humble you and to test you in order to know what was in your heart, whether or not you would keep his commands.” Detours then are tests, tests that God brings along our way to humble us and to reveal what is in our heart.
That’s what I think the detours on our road trip last week were about. They were a test, a test to humble us and to see what's in our heart. I wonder if we "passed"? More importantly I wonder if I'm passing the bigger test of handling the detours of life?