"Life is like an old-time rail journey--delays, sidetracks, smoke, dust, cinders, and jolts, interspersed only occasionally by beautiful vistas and thrilling bursts of speed. The trick is to thank the Lord for letting you have the ride." President Gordon B. Hinckley
I have a goal to go somewhere new with my camera each day. It feels like an inspiried idea, so I am going to do my best to follow through.
Yesterday I set out for a drive with no real sense of where I was going. Fitting, I suppose. I found myself thouroughly enjoying the senery and the time to ponder. I was observing a pretty little falcoln when I saw a train coming down the road. I thought to myself how timely it was for the train to cross my path, something I wouldn't have seen if I hadn't stepped outside my usual surroundings. Perhaps on the surface, it was just a train. But with further contemplation, I felt it was a true tender mercy. God's way of saying, "Don't give up. Keep going. You're on the right path." Immediatley I thought of Elder Holland's moving talk, "An High Priest of Good Things to Come."
While part of me has felt kind of lost lately, I know that isn't really the case. My vision isn't yet completely clear concerning God's plan for me, but I know he is leading me, and I am following with faith. I am certain that as long as I'm willing to seek for the beatuy around me, I'll find it.
There is hope smiling brightly before me. There are good things to come; beautiful vistas yet within my view.