On Friday evening, I drove back from the Inn where my daughter and friend had been swimming. I got lost! If you know the Galena Territory, the roads wind and dip through gorgeous bluffs, hills, and valleys. Since it was amazingly dark despite a full moon, we more sensed than saw the winds and dips.
So I drove back and forth, around and about as the girls chatted and enjoyed the ride. As for me, I was thankful my passengers were somewhat oblivious. I realized that I was very use to the feeling of being lost. Lost is familiar territory.
Driving and thinking about being lost, I was reminded of the first couple of lines from a quote by Thomas Merton, a Trappist monk. The quote is a prayer and begins, “My Lord God, I have no idea where I am going. I do not see the road ahead of me."
Having this quote come to mind served a couple of purposes, not the least of which was preventing me when I once again realized a wrong turn from using a couple of choice words in front of teens who more than likely never heard such language before...When I finally made my way back to "our new life," I found the ending of the quote that had been keeping me company.
For me, the trip from the Inn, the loss and then found, was in keeping with the faith theme for the weekend: loss to new life.
