Lost in the Tunnels

The tunnels are different this year. They have enclosed areas that used to be open, opened areas that used to be closed, added an exit I don't remember, moved and widened the bike racks, painted some walls, added doors in others. They aren't complicated really - just keep walking and eventually you come out somewhere you recognize.

Tonight on my way back from a class I actually got turned around and for one brief moment I was scared. Nothing looked familiar. Doors opened onto corridors I am sure I have never seen before. Yikes! I was not alone though. Another woman was studying the sign, trying to figure out how to get back to the parking lot - opposite where I needed to go. She had been led to the room by someone else and had no idea how to get back to her car.

We figured it out, thank goodness for signs! That's how life is sometimes. You lose your bearings and everything looks unfamiliar. You know if you just keep going, it will come out alright, but for a few minutes, you are afraid. Good thing life comes with signs. Did you know it did? When I get afraid, I turn to Scripture for comfort and direction. Usually it starts with "What time I am afraid, I will trust in God." Like the north star, he is always there, right where you know he will be.

Good thing, too because the landscape keeps changing. They add options where there didn't used to be any and wall in decisions that used to be open. Well, I am safely back in my room, just about to retire. The shuttle comes early in the morning for my flight back to Rochester for another seminary class. I believe I will just hang onto that sign for the next few days.