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Detour is a place of magic.
Or misery. Or both.
It all depends how you look at it.
Detour is the place where thoroughly frustrated, my focus finally begins to shift from what I
do, or want to do, or wish I could have done to what God does and wants to do in my
life.
It’s where my primary concern moves from wallpaper and Venetian
Plaster or latest decorating trends to the structural integrity of the house.
To the reality of crumbling walls and the cracks in the foundation. Deteriorating copper pipes.
Detour is the place where I stop being bothered so much by
looks and appearances, by comparison and jealousy and discover the uncharted region of what
only God knows and sees - my hidden motives, my fears and strategies for self-preservation and self-protection. What is buried deeply inside my heart.
If I can let go...if I let Jesus in... detour can become a place of incredible freedom from the exhausting
task of managing and guarding my reputation to being in awe of the reality of God’s
work in my blissfully small life.
Detour is the place of the paradigm shift where my
main agenda, my secret obsession each day becomes creating more elbow room for Him to work... in my
life. In the lives of the people around
me.
While I watch.
And wait.
Listen.
And pray.
It's where I learn how to change lanes in order to slow down to the leisurely stride of the Eternal God who never rushes the sunrise just because the night is getting to be too long.
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