On our way home from Wisconsin, my husband and
I decided to drive on some state highways
instead of the busy Interstate highways.As we
headed westward across southern Minnesota,
then southwest across a corner of Iowa into
Nebraska our goal was to take Highway 75 all
the way south through Nebraska, through
Kansas and reach Bartlesville, Oklahoma by
the next evening .
Just south of Sioux City, Iowa, highways 75 and 77
merged together for a short time and then
separated. My husband was driving and I was
navigating with the atlas.We were thoroughly
enjoying the scenery. I would tell which way
to go- right or left. We stayed all night
at Fremont, Nebraska. It wasn't until the next
morning when I looked at the atlas, I realized
we had taken highway 77 instead of 75 when
they forked off.
We were a long ways farther west then we intended
to be and as a result we were unable to reach
Bartlesville early enough to visit the Voice of
the Martyrs office which I had looked forward to
doing. Because my friend would not be in the office
in the morning we drove farther into Oklahoma to
stay overnight. Then we would not have so far to
get home the next evening.
The wrong turn cost us more time, more gas and not
being able to have a time of felllowship which we
had looked forward to with our friend who we had
not seen for a long time. Taking the wrong turn in
life is much more costly. Jesus talks about two
ways-the narrow road which leads to life and the
broad road which leads to destruction. The Bible
is our "atlas". The Holy Spirit is our guide.
Jesus made the Way - HE IS THE WAY. Trust Him
today and He will keep you on the right way.
The words of a little chorus sum it all up:
I met Jesus at the crossroads,
where the two ways meet.
Satan, too, was standing there
and he said , "Come this way
lots and lots of pleasures I have for you today".
But I said, "No, there's Jesus here,
See what He offers you - down here my sins
forgiven, Up there a home in heaven".
Praise God, that's the way for me.
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The Road Not Taken
TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be 1 traveler, long I stood And looked down 1 as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, B/c it was grassy & wanted wear, Though as for that passing there Had worn them really about the same. And both that morn, equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept that first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages & ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, & I-I took the 1 less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. Robert Frost Mountain Interval. 1920
Mom, at least you & dad enjoyed the scenery on hwy 77, & it was the road less traveled by. Love you, Lynelle :-)
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