This time last week, I was in a knot about future plans not being able to be made because of variables outside of my control. I finally wrote about it, which helped. It took awhile, but when I stopped worrying about when, or even if, my hope of going to the Ark would happen and left it up to God, I felt immediate peace. I knew in my heart that however things worked out, it would be alright. I am grateful that I’m getting better at getting out of my own way.
As it turned out, the travelers came home a day early and we were able to get away Saturday, driving to Williamstown, four hours and one time zone east of our daughter’s place. We ended up snagging the last pet-friendly room at a hotel that’s just down the road from the Ark, so the convenience couldn’t be better. I got online and found out the details about tickets and parking and took care of that ahead of time. Everything was falling into place, just like they always do when I let God take control of things.
At 510 feet from bow to stern, the Ark’s enormity is what elicits one’s attention immediately. I couldn’t help but wonder how this project came together. There must have been one challenge after another, one headache after another and setbacks galore. My inability to make weekend plans seemed trite in comparison.
We saw only a fraction of the interior yesterday, so we’re going back today to see more. I’m reminded that God takes care of the details and makes the impossible happen; it’s utterly amazing when one stops to really think about it. This boat, which lacks steerage of any sort, was made for the safety and protection of its occupants, not unlike the basket that shielded the infant Moses. Noah and Moses’ mother put their 100% of their hope in God. That sounds like a great idea to me.
Let your eyes look straight ahead; fix your gaze directly before you. Give careful thought to the paths for your feet and be steadfast in all your ways. Do not turn to the right or the left; keep your foot from evil. ~ Proverbs 4:25-27
