(just a little road off our walk one morning…it’s a dead end–as in it dead ends
into the ocean / Julie Cook / 2018)
It was said that at one point in the history of time that all roads lead to Rome.
More accurately that should have stated that all roads radiated out and away from Rome.
Such being that if one found themselves heading back to the city,
one could have said that any road would get them there.
Rome was the epicenter of “modern” civilization and the zenith of all that was
during the height of its day.
It only made sense that an empire as mighty as Rome would build a network of roads
leading out of the city–in turn, connecting Rome to and with other various places of
necessity and importance.
The picture I’ve thrown in today was taken during a recent morning walk while in Florida.
It’s a shot of a small side road that apparently is a dead end…
Just looking at the road one might not be able to see that the little road is indeed
a dead end but the sign on the right of the road is the first clue.
The sign indicating that there is no way for a car to circle out or around or on
to someplace else.
The road simply stops.
The road stops at a small walkover bridge. Thus that being the second clue…
the pavement ends.
That’s a pretty good clue as to a dead end—no more pavement, no more road.
The pavement ran out directly at a small wooden bridge.
There was a little patch of “wetlands” and a dune that the bridge skirted over…
leading those on foot over the small pond area and the dune–out and over to the beach
and eventually to the ocean.
So, in essence, the road basically stops at the sea…or actually at the beach in front
of the ocean.
No going to Rome via this little road…and no going anywhere really but to a few houses
And speaking of home, I am back…at home that is.
As my aunt would often say, it was a “quick and dirty” sort of trip.
Not that I exactly ever really ‘got’ what she would mean by that little euphemism of hers
but I assume it was just her odd way saying quick and easy…, and we’ll leave it at that.
After taking a myriad of roads down and a multitude of paths back to get home.
As there is no easy direct route— instead of there is a weaving in and out from
significant to minor roads…
all in hopes of finding the quickest, easiest and least congestive route home.
A direct route is not to be had, and if it were, it would be so busy,
we’d be in search again for some other direction.
Because that’s what we do as humans—
We look for the easiest and quickest routes to our destinations.
I use to pour over maps.
You may remember those now long antiquated folding road maps you could never
fold back to their original folds…
I’d spread out a map and with a trusty highlighter in hand, highlighting the passage of
least resistance…or even a passage of the most scenery and quietude…
just all depended on the urgency of the travel.
Nowadays, I try to input a point of destination, and in turn,
I depend on the car’s GPS or that of the phone’s to weave me in and out of the
current life’s journeys.
Yet I’ve gotten where I don’t exactly trust either the car or the phone with directions
anywhere anymore as we, meaning me, my car and my phone, are not always on the same page.
Their idea, as in the car’s and the phone’s, for quick and trouble-free, is not always
or exactly a guarantee of quick and trouble-free.
So whereas maps, GPS, coordinates, addresses are all great and grand, I find that a
good dose of intuition is still a vital component when traveling.
Knowing how to use a compass and knowing the position of the sun is also still
extremely important…or so says my husband the boy scout.
So if we worry, bother and fret about getting from point A to point B in a relatively quick,
easy and safe fashion–
why don’t we put in the same amount of effort or concern when it comes to living our lives.
Are we not concerned about where this thing called life is taking us?
And as to how we will get to that final point of destination…?
If we happen to be Believers, then we pretty much keep our eyes focused on being Heaven bound.
And in turn, we pretty much know the steps to getting there.
But what of the countless others out there who don’t consider themselves Believers or believe
in Heaven…what then…what in the heck then do you think this whole life’s journey
has been all about???
All for naught??
So no, not all roads will lead you Home.
Some are simply dead ends.
First, you’ll need to figure out what exactly is Home and as to where it just might
happen to be…
Next, you’ll have to figure out how you’re going to be getting there.
There is only one roadmap and it was written about 2000 years ago…
It’s pretty precise, specific and never needs recalculating.
It still likes to be opened, spread out on a table and highlighted…just saying
The steps of a man are established by the Lord, when he delights in his way;
though he fall, he shall not be cast headlong, for the Lord upholds his hand.
Now I am jealous Julie. Blue skies, Florida, beach and sea. At least the snow from Sunday has gone here and all we have now is wind, with rain forecast and rivers already breaking their banks!
As for navigation – I grew up using a sextant, nautical almanac, and a set of five-figure log tables (a meaty publication some one and a half inches thick, which I still have). I sailed with an early sat nav (not GPS – US Navy Transit System as I recall) in 1979 and the conclusion of the trial was that celestial navigation was more accurate! We also had paper charts in those days. None of this electronic nonsense!
which is right up my alley and especially Gregory’s…if ever we are “lost” or perhaps confused is a better word 😉 as to our journey, he’ll just look up for the sun and head in the direction he knows we want to go—
And yes, the weather got better each day–and was actually ideal the morning we departed—isn’t that always the way???
We did spend the day Saturday looking at places for sale—dreaming more or less I suppose 🙂
One road, and that Road is Jesus. Any other is, in fact, a dead end. Literally.
In those immortal words— “YEP”
We encountered a crazy road when we were trying to find my sister’s house in Nashville. No signs or warnings – the road suddenly turned into a one lane road covered by a stone bridge. It was kind of scary wondering what would happen if another car approached from the opposite direction at the same time. Our roads in life can be the same way – running into detours, dead ends and pot holes, but isn’t it good to know that
the destination holds such a glorious homecoming. Love this post as I sit looking out at another 5 or 6 inches of new snow – and we got the least amount of it.
Welcome to the South 🙂 — lots of roads will simply turn to dirt – then simply end-usually at a creek or the woods
Never got around to finishing them, eh?
Or maybe that was finished— leading to nowhere:)
Aha, a road to nowhere – that’s where it got started.
Ain’t no doubt 🤪
Ha! Now I have dead end road envy! That picture is quite delightful.
I’m chuckling here, “quick and dirty” is also one of my favorite sayings.
IB you and Aunt Maaarrrrthhhha must have been cut from some of the same cloth 🙂
I agree with Wally.
If you ever come to the Pittsburgh area, roads don’t go east-west, north-south. You have ridge roads, valley roads, and connectors. If you ask a local, their directions will include at least one reference to something that ‘used to be there.’ So, if you have to ask, you are lost.
But thinking of Roman roads, I lived for three years in Karlsruhe, Germany while in the Army. Being an engineer (by degree and army MOS), I wanted to see a Roman road. There was one in Baden Baden. I went and couldn’t find it. Upon my return home, someone asked, “Did you walk through the park?” So, on my next trip, I walked through the park and didn’t see anything. I stood on a pedestrian bridge over the small stream (the water upstream feeding the Roman baths, thus Baden Baden). I was thoroughly dismayed. I leaned on the railing and stared at the rushing water. Then all was clear. The Romans built the road in the stream. In fact, they set one row of stone lower than the rest so that the chariots would not slide sideways in the water.
Now that is cool Mark—the Romans were quite the engineers 🙂
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thank you GW—are you feeling better—beating that bronchitis and eating forbidden foods—things like peanuts and popcorn???
You’re very welcome SC, bronchitis has been beaten up by antibiotics, popcorn has been weighing heavy with temptation, although the surgeon has already said I have zero dietary restrictions. Still have followed the traditional diverticulitis approved foods. Next follow up is Monday 😍
I can relate to this. My husband and I went to Dallas last week for a concert, and although I knew generally how to get there, our car GPS was taking us in circles and getting confused, and having us be in the far right lane, then recalculating and directing us to the left lane without warning. At first I thought our GPS was wigging out, only to discover that nearly all of Dallas is under construction so much that GPS doesn’t necessarily work. For the way home, I looked on a map and directed us home manually.
Your post reminded me of our little adventure, and how important it is to keep reading our “map” for life as it were. Sometimes our path doesn’t always make sense, but if we keep our eyes on Jesus, we’ll get where we need to go in good time. 🙂
You crack me up Elihu—I think I would have been pulling my hair out and ditching the concert…
Yep, good old fashioned technology–a map and a brain 🙂
“It still likes to be opened, spread out on a table and highlighted…just saying.” I absolutely LOVE this… Not only is this wonderfully true, but you have expressed the truth wonderfully! Love your writing! Welcome back!! ❤ and huge hugs!
yes well, I wasn’t gone but for a blink 🙂
Well… I missed you anyway. 🙂 ❤
thank you Lynn—it is warming to feel as if one has been missed, even for the briefest moment 🙂
Really pretty picture Julie, what part of Florida was it? I am completely reliant on the GPS navigator on my phone, so much so that I panic if I leave home without it, even if just staying local. Really, it’s quite pathetic.
I do miss spreading out a giant map on the kitchen table though with highlighter in hand when planning for a trip.
Very true about that one very old and essential road map. I usually go for the digital version but its words remain the same.
It’s the fla panhandle on old 30-A— a stretch between Panama City and Destin – this little area is Dune Allen
probably my favorite stretch of road—parts are still “old Florida” but the uber trendy uppity “communities” are growing by leaps and bounds…summer, the traffic, and crowds are almost unbearable!
But I do love it–on those off times!
Off times are the best times to go places like that for sure! I’m a bit off too so it suits me well. 😉