"GPS...................................."

Monday morning I went out to warm up the old Toyota, not much more than a dusting still on the ground, the temperature cold, but not feeling all that bad with no wind to enforce it. When a fat robin suddenly appeared on the rock wall beside me, it had no idea how much it perked up my day, a second one later sighted at school re-enforcing hope in that old wives’ tale about it being a sign of early Spring. Just outside my front door, in a small enclosed flower bed, I had noticed the day before two or three green shoots having broken through the earth, surely a few of those “bare-naked ladies” bulbs buried there this last fall. Whether or not such emergence is normal in February is beyond my knowledge of such matters; but, in seeing them, this old man smiled. That same afternoon, however, snow flurries became a mini-blizzard so fast that rush hour traffic was reduced to a snarl, as if to notify me that Mother Nature was in no hurry at all to turn the corner… We live in a great mystery, each day usually through familiar surroundings and yet each step taken with no real assurance that the next hour is ours. We grab our anchors where we can find them and, realizing the inevitable, push on through the fog trusting in not a whole lot more than the security our own mind has devised for us thus far. To each his own, of course; but, as for me, I’ll take the Bible, opened unto me by the Holy Ghost, along with a good healthy dose of discipline via His rod and His staff to readjust my faulty thinking. Indeed, my greatest teacher is life as it comes to me……