All Keyed Up

Whirring along the Music Highway at 70 mph, remembering a long past conversation.

"Dad is the Music Highway called that because if you drive along the rumble strips, the noise is pitched to different musical tones? I wonder if you drove on the rumble strips for a while, if it would play a song..."
"Hahaaa...."

After some research, I discovered that the Music Highway is dedicated to all the musicians in TN. Or something like that. I honestly wasn't that impressed, because the rumble strips didn't make musical tones. I hadn't discovered a secret treasure after all. In my world...

Oh well. Tennessee is still a great state. I was going to say that it's a great state because it doesn't have many pine trees, then I looked up - and there was a stand of pine trees. But! There are considerably fewer of them here than in Arkansas, and for that, I am rejoicing.

Tonight I will have entered into a new experience. After years of wanting to be a canvassing leader for the wrong reasons ( not having to go door to door), and then a year of realizing how un-qualified I am to be a leader, I am offered the job. Not only that, I am pleaded with to take the job.
Right after I accept my dream job of working with horses at a camp all summer.
Curious timing.

I guess if it made sense to me now, then I wouldn't have any opportunity to be faithful. Having faith only really applies to the things that you can't see, right?

I wonder how Abraham felt as he was riding his camel through the wilderness towards a place he had never been, following God's clear, yet mysterious summons. I wonder what Eliezar, his servant was thinking when he travelled back across the desert, obeying Abraham's pointed directions to find Isaac a wife amongst the people of his home town. What did Moses ponder as he left all that was familiar to seek God's path in another land?

What is the difference between them and all the other nomads who roamed the earth in the ancient days?

Faith. They had it. Maybe not in bushels, but enough to do what God asked them to do. They had enough faith to speak of, to SPEAK.

Their faith was real, because they talked about it like it was real, and because they talked about it like it was real, they ACTED on it like it was real. And it WAS real.

I can have that faith, too, if I'll do what they did. So can you.

It may not make sense, but who said your brain is big enough to understand God's immeasurable plans?

You may not like what you see, but who says you have the complete picture?

You may think what you have is better, but I believe it isn't. There is no way that God would ever give you something worse than what you've got. He only gives better things.

God never calls us to failure; only to success.


So I can choose to look at my future and imagine all the things that could go wrong, or I can fasten my memory to the memories of God's faithfulness.

You have that choice, too. What are you going to do with it?

I'm looking to Jesus, who is the Alpha and Omega of my faith.