A Wintry Journey

After spending a few days at our North Wales farmhouse we travelled back down to the south-east of England. The journey was not particularly pleasant as there were snow showers from time to time. I dropped my husband off at Sussex University, where he is a lecturer, and continued to our Eastbourne home twenty miles further on. On this last leg of the journey the snow became heavy and persistent and was beginning to lie on the road. Although I have travelled that way a number of times I am not totally familiar with the route and have to rely on road signs and familiar landmarks. Unfortunately the snow had been blown onto the signs, covering them up, and the landmarks were also obliterated by a sea of white. At the best of times my internal compass is unreliable, and I soon became lost. I reluctantly had to stop and ask for directions, I was concerned that I would not get moving again as our car is not particularly good in snow. Eventually I made it to Eastbourne feeling rather jaded and vowing never to drive in such snowy conditions again!

The wintry journey is a bit like my experience of life. Sometimes the sign posts and landmarks are absent and the way ahead is far from clear. Not knowing which direction I should take is disconcerting and can be quite frightening. Trusting in God’s compass, and not my own, is the surest way of me getting to my destination.