This weekend I drove through the White Mountains of New Hampshire. Twice. The first time I drove through at night. The road was winding and slow. My ears were popping. The traffic was rude and annoying. Two days later I drove back home along the same route. The afternoon sun pushed bright shafts of light through billowing clouds. I drove by sheer granite rock faces all globbed up with sparkly blue ice. Each turn in the road unveiled new vistas of ancient snow covered peaks and snuggled valleys. As the adventure unfolded I thought, ‘I was right here, I was right here and I missed it’.
Sometimes we travel through life in darkness. With our focus no more than a few feet in front of us, life’s annoyances and disappointments predominate our journey. In our preoccupation with the trivial we miss what’s really going on. We miss the dangerous cliffs and God’s heroic rescues. We miss the beautiful views He sends to inspire and delight us. Without light we are clueless and lost.
May God grant us light for our journeys and eyes to see.