I have always boasted about the three–four different routes that are available for me to access the city centre from my home. If I suspect that route A has traffic jam, I would opt for B or even C. I have always been spoilt for choice and I enjoyed every minute of it.
This morning as I race to beat the Monday traffic jam, with my day’s to-do list ringing in my head, mind and ears like a beautiful hymn, I am hugged and greeted by this mother of all traffic jams. I start wondering if the car park had been shifted to Nabweru!!! But no, I should have heard about it. Should I now turn to my usual route B or C?! Wait a minute, how do I even move from this point to where I want to go? Interesting discussion going on in my head, with me as the Chair.
As I adjust and tune into the slow jam, I overhear “boda boda” (motor cyclists) advising taxis to simply turn back and take a totally different direction (from my usual known routes). What?!! Another nth route?!! Apparently a huge truck had overturned at (or in) the junction and blocked off all routes. Plus all drivers seemed to be so much in a “hurry” thus creating third lanes in our not so wide roads. This is when it dawned on me that I was in for a complicated maze. Of course my better friends of open roof transport (boda) came in handy. Risky, I know. But thank God I got to all my destinations in one piece and my errands sorted.
Being my month of deep reflection, the situation at hand presented some great insights. How often have I been at such spots in my life? Moments when I thought I was driving at full speed with a perfect layout plan, only to find a truck falling in my family, career, business and personal growth paths. Times when my devotion of Psalm 9 quickly turned into Psalms 121. How did I come out of that maze, that life offered?
Am still smiling even I type this post. Psalms 124 now seems to make more sense than never before. There were backup plans that worked and others that failed, that I had to search for new routes/ways for me to wade the waters of life. There were points in time when the sports person in me would scream, “Jump the hurdle” and depending on how high it was, I would jump or even simply jog around it. I needed to keep moving.
I knew and still know where I am headed to, but my roadmap is simply not showing me the trucks fallen along my path. But with age comes experience (atleast some), plus I know my Guide and he is super perfect at what he does since he knew me before I was even born. I will jump, jog, ride and even fly but will not stop in my pursuit. Have a great week.
The Strength Within 