There are many different tracks in life – career tracks, house tracks, children tracks, church tracks, etc. Each is like a plan that you are following. Sometimes in life you feel like you are on the right track, clicking along at an appropriate speed – maybe even picking up speed. Then suddenly you come to a change of direction. It may be a brick wall or it may be a sharp turn or it may be a complete turn around. Sometimes you hit the barrier or turn and crash with lots of pain and problems. Sometimes, the slow down to make the turn or change directions is painful – like slamming on the brakes, holding on to your children, grabbing your drink – so that things and people do not go flying. It seems that I may be coming to a change of direction, and I don’t like it, and I am struggling against it. I find that I am like our old roping horse, Oscar. I don’t turn very well – a bit stiff-necked. I want to kick someone. I want to run away. I want to sling my saddle and my rider and be free. I throw my head trying to get the reins. And yet, I know that safety is with my rider. The conductor of my train knows what he is doing. That doesn’t mean that I am not still fighting change. It means I need time to make the turn.
After my walk with Dawn this morning, I think I my "change of direction" will go smoother. I'm still on the right track. I may not have been expecting that curve, but I will make it without a crash.