Road of Blessings

As I travel to my daughter’s house in Powell, there is Home Road. I love Home Road because it is a Road of Blessings.

In every season, I see God and His continuous beauty that astounds me and shouts at me to see the beauty of His hands...not only with the eyes in my head, but also with the eyes of my heart and soul.

Home Road is a long, winding road. In the spring and summer, it is framed with towering lush tress, beautiful flowers and shrubs. The grass and some of the wildflowers look so whispery soft that I want to pull off the side of the road, take my shoes off and run barefoot with childlike abandon. Weather permitting; I make sure my windows are down so I can smell the fragrance of God all around me.

During the spring and summer…every time I turn from High Street to Home Road, an old hymn comes to mind. I learned this hymn in 7th grade music class. My teacher was a lot like Aunt Bee on the Andy Griffith show and she loved God, our Country and music. So many of the tunes she taught were spiritual or patriotic. I wonder how many will remember (and sing) the hymn: I Know a Green Cathedral...

I know a green cathedral,
a hallowed forest shrine. Where leaves in love join hands above
to arch your prayer and mine.
Within its cool depths sacred, the priestly cedar sighs.
And the fir and pine lift arms divine
unto the clear blue skies.
In my dear green cathedral
there is a quiet seat.
And choir loft in branched croft where songs of birds hymn sweet.
And I like to think at evening
when the stars its arches light. That my Lord and God treads its hallowed sod in the cool, calm peace of night.

I could take another route that would save me a few miles and time...but I love the “off the beaten path” road that is a delight from God. It is out in what I call the “city country”. Not really the country, not really a crowded suburban area…just a long road with old majestic tress, weather worn farm homes as well as new homes with lots of glass and shine... all set far back off the road.

God must love autumn. It is a grand time for God as He splashes glorious, vibrant colors of green, yellow, gold, red, and rust for tired eyes and fretful hearts. I almost gasp at the kaleidoscope of colors around and above me as I drive a little below the speed limit just to take it all in. I know I annoy the people behind me who are in such a big hurry...as I look in my rear view mirror; I see worry, anger, anxiety and impatience. I pray for them to see what I see…to take a moment….a brief moment to look…really look at such extraordinary and exquisite blessings of colors from God.

Winter is not one of my best seasons…and I do not like traveling when there is snow or ice…but the drive down Home Road…even in the bleak months of winter, is often a shimmering delight. The trees speak of God’s grandeur and majesty as He tosses ice and snow on the branches of His winter canvas. Takes my breath away as I see the sun shining through the ice and bouncing off the snow to make a halo of diamond like sparkle above me.

Home Road…an ordinary country road, constructed and paved by man with painted lines, and red stop signs. To some, that is all they see…but to me, and I pray for others, that we will really see, take in and enjoy this Road of Blessings from our God and Father.


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