My first car- The yellow 1977 Corvette.
Before you get the idea that I was one lucky gal, I should note that the car was, well, a go-cart. But a fast one! And I should note that I was five years old. But I was one awesome driver!
Nevertheless, my sisters and I were the coolest looking gals as we revved the gas engine of that miniature real to life Corvette and drove it through the fields around our house. My dad had mowed maze like pathways into the tall field grasses which served as hours of curvy fun.
Dad would also carve several “crossroads” into the field. We would drive and drive and come to a point which would give us the choice to take the short way home or the long way home.
In Jeremiah, God’s people had drifted from the righteous ways of The Lord. He is calling them back to the former paths they once took which kept them in covenant with him.
In fact, the beautiful love story we call the Bible shows endless accounts of God calling His people to return to Him. He continues this love note in our own lives today. We must continuously examine ourselves to ensure we have not lost sight of His face or become deaf to His voice.
Are we plowing our own pathways or are we cruising the freshly mowed and protected trail of our Father?
It was winding. The tall grass around us often made it impossible to see what was ahead or which way we would turn next. One thing was for sure. If we stayed on the path dad mowed for us we would eventually make it back home.
‘This is what the LORD says: “Stand at the crossroads and look; ask for the ancient paths, ask where the good way is, and walk in it, and you will find rest for your souls…”‘
– Jeremiah 6:16