Go home

As much as I like to be in control (a side effect of being an adult child of divorce), I'm realizing more and more that it's God who really is in control. I just have a suction-cup steering wheel; it's really God in the driver's seat.

Therefore, I'm trying to ask God about what He wants me to do in all aspects of my life. Last Thursday, Minnesota was hit with overnight freezing rain. I started my morning commute going north on Highway 77 -- total gridlock. I then shifted over to I-35E -- total gridlock.

I asked God what I should do. Go home, he said. I went off on a side street, drove home, and was able to have a very productive day working from home. Now, it might seem logical that it was the right move to go home. Of course it was! Sometimes God makes sense to us, while other times we just know that He has a plan even if we don't understand it.

(By the way, the photograph wasn't my commute -- just add a lot of ice and snow, and you'll get the picture.)