A week ago I found myself turning west off of Louisiana 26 between Elton and Oberlin. My job required that I be somewhere that day promptly for an appointment. As I headed out of town, I knew right off that my GPS was leading me down the wrong road, but I wanted to make absolutely sure so I double-checked the address and then followed the road to its end. After making a quick telephone call, it was confirmed that I was temporarily lost. But all was not lost. I found myself on a beautiful country road. There was not another soul around.
The sun was blazing all around me and then I came to a point in the road where the trees made a canopy over the road. The wooded area was thick with brush and timber. The sun filtered through the trees and the muted sunlight made things look magical. I stopped the vehicle and rolled down the windows. A crow was cawing in the distance. The air smelled cool and fresh.
Peace. Just a mile to the east is a road that teems with passenger vehicles, grain trucks, tanker trucks, agricultural equipment and an endless stream of people in a rush to get somewhere. Here I was lost, but that wasn't such a bad thing when you find a little piece of heaven on a back country road.
How long has it been since you turned down a back road that you've never been before? How long has it been since you slowed down your pace? Got a good night's rest? Spent time thinking about and prioritizing things that really matter?
I read something written (Author Unknown) that attempts to capture the gist of this post better than I ever could:
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