Life Is A Highway...

Been thinking about my life.
The part of it that's in Honduras...
the part that's north of the U.S. border...
the part I have to look forward to in the future...
and even the part of it that's now behind me.

Each part is so uncommonly beautiful that I'm at a loss for clear understanding of why a life this stunning has been arranged for little old me.

I mean, I know God's goodness and greatness are to blame for every blessing on earth. It's just that the sweetness of my life seems to exceed the normal bounds of anything I've heard of.

All this makes me suspect that I get a lot of help from unseen, unheard prayers sent up from people like my late grandmother and my mom.

Today, I heard a popular remake of the song, "Life Is A Highway." No idea what the song means - I've never really considered the lyric. I only know that the spirit of it seems fun and reminds me of the "take life by the horns" kind of gusto I feel about the years to come.

Writing now from the comfort of my second delightful year living abroad, I am reminded that the glory of God fills my history with so much to look back on, yet I'm really just getting started on the road of life; much more glory lies ahead!