Changing Lanes

I've realized that while I'm cruising along in the blessed lane, Satan is always just around the bend setting up road blocks, detours and hazards. There's nothing he wants more than to make me lose control and drop out of the race.

I hate to admit it, but sometimes it works. Once I've gotten back on the road, I find that I'm careening down a lane that is marked with disappointment, disillusionment, anger and frustration. Blessings? Those were so yesterday. Like a spoiled brat, I stamp my figurative foot and demand answers now. 

Then, after a good night's sleep (or three) and time spent alone with my Navigator, I'm able to cruise back into the blessed lane. I look back on my lapse with shame. How could I doubt the Saver of my soul? I consider all that He has done for me. I begin to see opportunities in the road hazards that threatened my journey. They were there all the time, but my vision was not as clear in that other lane.

Thank you, Lord, for a new perspective, for your mercies that are new every morning. Thank you for your grace that allows me to return to the beauty of the blessed lane.