I’m one of those people who allows my mind to wander when I’m alone. I sometimes spend an excessive amount of time pondering some kind of meaningless topic.
This happened yesterday in the car. I was driving to Castleton to pick up something at a craft store. I was flying down I-69 and started thinking about how the roads I use most have drastically changed since I moved.
When I lived in Castleton, 96th Street and Allisonville were my lifelines. They got me everywhere. When we lived in Westfield, I traveled by US 31, Keystone, and Rangeline. Now that we live in Noblesville, I find myself using SR 37, I-69 and 146th street to get me nearly everywhere.
As I thought about this, I realized that many of my destinations are still the same. I still visit Mom or the in-laws in Westfield. I have been driving into Carmel to tutor at the library. I am in Castleton at least once a week for Ava’s violin lesson. I sometimes visit the malls in either Castleton, Keystone, or downtown. I shop at Goodwills all over north Indy.
Can you see what I’m talking about? Spending so much time pondering a useless subject?
Then I had my come-to-Jesus moment, right there in the car. His presence swept over me, tears filled my eyes, and I was overwhelmed to have one of those moments when you feel God is giving you just-a-little-glimpse into what his plan is for your life….
God has transplanted me.
Hear me out. I’m not talking about moving away from Christ Jesus as the rock on which I stand, abandoning all of the old paths, or compromising on unchanging truths. In that regard, I pray I am a tree, planted by the water that shall not be moved.
Yet in a spiritual sense, I have been uprooted and planted someplace new. Therefore the roads I travel have changed as well.
The simple revelation that swept over me in the car was that while the roads I travel have changed, MY DESTINATION IS THE SAME! I haven’t taken some detour resulting from my own poor navigational skills. God prodded and poked, made the nest uncomfortable and practically pushed me over the edge until I complied and made my home in a new place.
The roads I travel look a bit different. The scenery is unfamiliar and I’m learning my way around. However, some things are recognizable. I see God’s beauty and hand at work everywhere I look, just as I did before. Jesus is still the rock on which I stand, my firm foundation in my new home. My ultimate purpose, the Great Commission, has not changed…. although the roads getting me there are a bit new to me.
Some days I miss my old home, that place of comfort where I learned and thrived. I miss the old roads I traveled to arrive at my destination. They were familiar and beautiful and holy. Yet I feel a sense of adventure in this moment, knowing my new home was not a place of my choosing, nevertheless is exactly where I am meant to dwell.
So I move forward, praying to my navigator, determined not to get lost, and anticipating the final destination with great joy.
Tell me about times in your life God has transplanted you? What was difficult about those times? What was exciting? How did you know you were in the place God wanted you? Did it take prodding to get you there? I would love to hear your feedback!
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