one-way

Indianapolis is a cursed city.

not Sodom and Gomorrah sort of cursed; but by these inconvenient little things called one-way streets.

seriously-- I have never witnessed so many one-ways in my life.

so one morning, I'm out exploring, pre-caffeine mind you, and I'm waiting at a red light at one of those confusing intersections where 3 roads converge.  going about my business, I make a left turn ... onto a one-way street.

i wouldn't have actually realized this, had two cars not already been occupying the lanes and fast approaching my ill-turned elantra.  one graciously got behind the other, and i found the nearest intersection to right-my-wrong.

and I got to thinking:  sometimes, we don't know the roads we take.  they are unfamiliar, often confusing, and the signs aren't all that clear.  someone that has been down that road could explain where the one-ways are or where they begin, but its hard to visualize that for yourself until you are there.  sometimes, the GPS does little to advise us, and sometimes we just miss it on account of our own disconnectedness.

but something comes out of those moments we are headed the wrong direction:  we learn.  we learn the structure of the city; we learn for ourselves the flow of the streets.  it becomes a part of us that we carry with us, informing us of the next time we are approach an intersection.

so whether you're sitting at the intersection, waiting to make a turn, or you're driving the wrong way down a one-way street, take note and learn from your mistakes.  know that the Lord will graciously redirect your path, and He doesn't revoke our license just because we lose the way.