How I first learned that there are more ways to wander off than not paying attention while riding your tricycle, and how this discovery changed the course of my life.

We all tend to wander from time to time. Today I am remembering one of my first wandering traumas and what I learned from it.

What do we do when there are no old paths to follow? How do we trust God for an unknown future?

Words from an old prophet about an old path bring back an old memory that makes me smile.

Note: the final Scripture reference should be Jeremiah 31:21 (not 32:21 ).

Remembering a poster that used to hang on my office wall helps to renew my courage to press on.

Reading Psalm 62 causes me to consider the value of silence in the process of hearing from God.

A new twist on an old favorite verse makes me stop and think.

The daunting stare of a blank calendar at the beginning of a new year makes me wonder what lies ahead.

When we find ourselves in the middle of one of life's storms, God stations a lighthouse in just the right spot to illuminate the path to safety.

I am reminded that even when things are especially calm and pleasant it is still important to keep my wits about me and be aware of my surroundings.