I was walking down 44...

A friend of mine was recently lost in the woods; really a bit lost for at least a few hours.  She was alone in a place that was beautiful, but foreign to her, and once she realized she was lost, I am sure the scenery was the last thing on her mind.  She got discombobulated ( for lack of a better word-  really, is there a better word in the world than discombobulated? ) when all the trails looked the same. 

But, no worries my friends, this story has a happy ending!

SHE FOUND HER WAY HOME!

We were very relieved that she was safe and sound, but that is not why I tell this story.

Of course, there are everyday miracles already embedded in the trial above, but there is a deeper miracle to be discovered. Keep reading.

Did she cry about her long afternoon?  Did she complain?
Nope.

She chose to sing about her crazy day.  She chose to laugh and move on. She chose to not let the past few hours ruin the future few hours.  Aah, the everyday miracle of choice...

Walking down 44

(sing these lines to any really twangy country song that pops in your head and FYI Reeders is an amazing country bar in the middle of nowhere)


While I was walking down 44,
I knocked on just about every door,
I hollered and walked and hollered some more,
My heart was tired and my feet were sore.

 Then I saw with sheer delight,
The sign with the antlers and specials of Bud Light,
It gave me strength, it gave me might
it was
Reeders in the distance. 

(chorus)
Reeders, Reeders,
Where lost friends are found,
Reeders, Reeders,
I'm so glad you are around. 

A big reframe with an extra little twist- lovely!