the longest two-span bridge ever moved in the Western Hemisphere.
The sad thing is, I knew the freeway was going to be closed. I was out partying late into the night as only scrapbookers can do, and my friends and I had discussed the freeway closure and alternate ways to get home. As I got on the freeway I saw there was no slowing and thought, 'Well, I'll go down a few exits and get off at the one before the closure.'
I drove a few miles down the freeway there was still no sign of slowing. I approached the last exit before the exit I knew I'd be forced off, and I thought, 'I should really get off here.' But the freeway had only just closed, and no one else was getting off there, and there was only a mile or two until the final exit. I dithered long enough that the choice was pretty much made for me -- I had passed the last exit and I was committed.
Sure enough, as I rounded the bend there was nothing in front of me but a sea of brake lights. As I inched forward I wondered why on earth I hadn't just gotten off when my gut feeling and just plain common sense told me I should. It would have added an extra 5 minutes or so to the time it normally takes to get home. Instead I was stuck on the freeway an extra half hour just to go about 1 mile.
But I was content to just follow what it seemed like everyone else was doing. I wanted to get as close as I could to the edge before changing my path. And by the time it became apparent I had made the wrong choice, it was too late and I was stuck.
How often do we do that in life? We take the path of least resistance, we go with the flow. We don't want to be weird or make waves, even when our gut is telling us that it is time to get off the road we're on. Maybe we think that we can get closer to the edge without falling off than others can. Maybe we take for granted that the path we're on is the right one, or we're just on auto-pilot. Instead of taking responsibility for our own choices, we dither until the opportunity for making a choice has passed us by.
Sometimes we feel like that wrong choice (or that choice we didn't make) is permanent -- that we are now stuck on the wrong road. Thankfully, real life does offer us a chance to turn around. Or perhaps I should say that God offers us a chance to turn around. No matter now far down the wrong road we go, he is always there, waiting to show us our chance to exit and get back on the right road. It might take us a little longer to get to our destination than if we did what we should have in the first place, but God's detour is always going to get us safely to our destination.
So I guess I'm saying three things:
1. Listen to what you feel inside and live on purpose. Don't just go with the flow and allow life to make choices for you.
2. If you end up on what turns out to be the wrong road, don't give up. God will show you the detour to get back on track.
3. If you know the DOT is moving a bridge the size of a football field, just get off the dang freeway.