Life, it seems to us, is a constant and continual
starting over or beginning again. I wish it were
not so, but that the way life seems at times.
I suppose that if there were no nails or broken
glass, or sharp stones along the way, our road
would always be slick and smooth, and we would
slide all over the place and wind up in nowhere.
Interruptions and intrusions often occur and disrupt
our well-laid plans. Perhaps these petty (and sometimes
major interferences could mar our vision and temporarily
set us back.
May we not view these chuck holes in our road of life
as opportunities for exerting more faith, praying more
deeply and trusting more serenely in The One who cares
about us and the roads we travel.