Silent Advice

I sit at the foot of my grandfathers grave. An idea hits me as if he was there actually giving me the advice I needed to hear. This is what I felt:

The ups and downs of life are like cars. When we're up, we're gaining speed. The world is our race track and we cannot be beat. There are times that cause a slow down, and we have to go in for tune-ups. People around us give us recommendations and we follow our gut. There are times that we fall so deep that we feel imprisoned by the sorrow and depression surround us, suffocating us. Those are the crashes, many leaving our cars out of commission, some leaving visible marks. When we are ready, we get back on our feet and we go car shopping. We look for a new outlet, something, anything that will bring us joy. Our support system, the people that love us, help us look for just the right car, they point us in the right direction, and slowly the light comes back. We find a new car, maybe better than the last, or maybe slightly worse for wear.

This is where it gets good.

Some crashes don't leave our cars completely out of commision. Some of our falls require a decision. Do we spend the time and/or money to make our car work? Or do we start over? Is it worth it? or not? This is not always an easy decision. Trials like these help us grow, and they require faith.

God. Help me in my travels. Guide me to smart decision making. I trust you.