Was it just a week ago that we were touring the Gaylord Opryland Resort and Convention Center? What an awesome place. Even now I can hear the sound of the waterfalls and feel peace. Alas, Spring Break is now a fond memory, lots of them actually. In no particular order, a few include: the snow on the way to Nashville accompanied by a sudden drop in temperature, dining at Applebee’s at 11 p.m. with other Opry attendees, the sweet deals at the Opry Mills Mall, the Country Music Hall of Fame, the almost reverent feeling of the site of the Battle of Chicamauga, riding through Berry College where DH played baseball a few decades ago, and the beauty of the magnificent Ryman Auditorium.
Driving to work in the heavy fog this morning, I found myself fretting over a couple of challenging issues and thinking of how it’d be nice to escape on another mini-vacation. Alas, that’s not going to happen any time soon! I looked to my left and saw the sun barely coming up on the horizon. Despite the thick fog, I could sense its orange glow and knew the brightness it foretold. I also thought how that same sun would be on the other side of the road, still on my left, as I journeyed back home at day’s end.
I remembered the sliver of the moon that DH and I had spied high in the sky as he left for work in the predawn stillness. Ten miles into my trip, the fog lifted, and world around me came more into focus and illuminated. It then occurred to me (as it has many times) that people in different parts of the world are sleeping. It didn’t take much of a stretch to then ponder all of the mysteries of the universe.
By the time I arrived at work, my challenging issues didn’t seem quite so taxing. After all, if God can control the sun, moon, planets, stars, fog, snow, rain, and the growth of lovely spring flowers, can’t I trust Him to handle my little challenges? President Hinckley used to say, “Things will work out.” And they will.