I accidentally took the wrong exit, and I thought, “oh my goodness! I just got my self lost!”, and I was thrown back into that nostalgic moment of youth, and the excitement of it, how I would fill the tank and purposefully get myself lost so I could spend the day finding myself. I said, “oh Heavenly Father! This is going to be fun!”, because I know I need to find my way and I was going to do it without GPS and just so happen to have a full tank of gasoline.

Then I thought about my life and how dark it was in spots and how miserable and how completely lost I felt and alone and afraid and I suffered and I wondered if the me who walked into this life ~ did she have the same excitement about being lost, and having the opportunity to find herself, as I just have?