In
the past year, my family has driven to my sister-in-law’s house in Fayetteville
multiple times. Once, we drove out
through the plains on I-40 before heading north in the Ozark’s, but usually we
stop to see my mother and father-in-law in Tulsa on the way. From Tulsa to
Fayetteville, we’ve taken state highways offering a glimpses of the wooded
mountains and meandered our way slowly through trees and lakes. We have
re-adjusted our route after making a wrong turn. Each time, we have happily arrived at our destination and a
warm welcome.
The
freedom to travel different paths to the same destination is the same freedom
with which God gives us to live our lives. We can choose which path we want to
take on the way to our destination, which is (hopefully) heaven. We can even
make a wrong turn but still end up at the right place, sometimes by completely
re-routing our path. While there
are wrong paths, there are also many right ones that can lead us to our ultimate
destination.
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