We were out of town today, and made a visit to our “old” little town that we used to live in (Little towns are our fav). We took the long route because my daughter wanted to look at our old house. As we drove, I realized that all past memories, decisions and moments are connected by roads.
In this little town, I could see the road where I used to run (when I decided I wanted to be a sporty girl), the street where I first let my kids walk to school alone together, the path to the park where we would fly kites and the little side avenue where our favourite cupcake store used to be. As we drove around I was holding back some tears. All those roads, all meaning different things. Things that could be remembered so clearly. With the good memories, there are always the hard ones too, and I remembered those painful roads as well. Losing someone we loved dearly, struggles financially, heart hurting job decisions, and ultimately a move that was hard for our family.
The road wasn’t always smooth.
But it was always joined.
There’s always been a road.
We never drove off a cliff.
Then I got to thinking.
I could get in a car and basically drive through all the seasons of my life.
If I were to leave my house right now, I could do a roundtrip that would take about 2 hours and encompass all the moments and decisions of my life in the last 30 years.
All those roads.
I’ll be honest, I don’t know that I’ve always chosen the right road. The best way. The correct direction. But you have to take a road. Always. Even when you can’t see the final destination. And when I think of those roads, and curves and turns and roundabouts that sometimes didn’t go as planned – I realize that not once did I ever come across a dead end. Not once did I hit a wall. Never so lost or directionally challenged that there wasn’t a way back, or a solution or answer.
The road hasn’t always been easy, but it’s led me where I needed to go.
In fact, every road that seemed uncertain and unclear, led to a destination. Every road has been part of the journey. Even the ones that have been confusing and unclear. Even the ones that needed me to make an adjustment and turn myself around, while yelling at a GPS that didn’t seem to know what it was doing.
But it did.
All roads lead somewhere.
So I close my eyes and think of where I began, and where each part of the journey has taken. I realize I could drive it all and smile, and cry, and laugh and be filled with sorrow and with joy.
My road is made up of so many things.
All these roads, they are my life.
All this pavement tells a story.
As we travel, we live.
As we journey, we grow.
Asphalt, stuck to the ground winding and turning through cities, towns, and countrysides are stories woven and moments lived and destination and arrivals reached and everything we take leads somewhere and somewhere is where we always are going.
So take your road.
Drive in peace.
Get through the rocky places.
Potholes and bumps along the way.
Know that you’re led.
There is a purpose to your path.
Take a drive through your moments and remember your roads.
All roads lead somewhere.
The crooked roads shall become straight, the rough ways smooth.