detour

My bus had to take a detour this morning. Detours have been an ongoing frustration over the past few months as construction has taken over our roads, but this morning was different. As we turned the corner and came closer to the "Road Closed Follow Detour" sign, I was instantly discouraged and let it fuel my anger towards Monday morning -- the end of another weekend and the beginning of the long wait until the next one. But then, to my surprise, the detour route ended up being an even better route for me than the usual one. It took me to the bus stop that is almost directly in front of my building rather than the stop that adds a five minute walk to my morning commute.

My anger immediately dissipated and I even felt a little silly for having been so riled up in the first place. Then it occurred to me that this instance was the perfect picture of how God has such a great plan for me even when I think I know the best way. It reminded me that even though I usually think the regular route is best, that sometimes the "detour" is even better.

I am grateful today that even though I often get frustrated that my life isn't taking the route I had envisioned, that God will take me right to the front door instead.