Gathering... The Good People are Gathering. Figurative Palette Knife Painting by Texas Artist Laurie Pace

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Horse Palette Knife Oil Painting by Laurie Justus Pace

20 x 20 inches

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We are back from Marble Falls and a relaxing time with Marnie and John at Patina. It was a wild ride home....we went a new way in the dark...and remember that AFTER you watch the slide show!

Last night on the way home from Marble Falls, we decided to take the back way home. We had done it quite often when Morgan was in school at ST Edwards in Austin, but that was 4 or 5 years ago. We left around 5:30 and headed north on the Highway. We truly enjoyed the small towns we drove through as well as the gorgeous sunset to the west. We drove into Hico around seven and it was growing dark. We stopped to grab a snack for the car and headed out but I think we went the wrong direction. Terry had studied the map but we missed a quick turn turn to cut out about 15 miles and we suddenly were heading into Stephenville and I knew we were NOT suppose to be there at all. We eventually found highway 67 NORTH to head us back to the Dallas area....and it was treacherous traffic. Perhaps I should not name towns, but from Cleburne into Alverado and the next 20 miles after that into Midlothian was horrible. I do not know if folks had celebrated the UT victory too much or they were just down right Saturday night rude. As we drove into Midlothian (Where I have never been before) the skyline was filled with WHITE LIGHTS....TALL wide white lights across the horizon. I felt like I was on Mars and began to wonder as we passed through the town of VENUS before getting to Midlothian. Train yards, miles of white lights, and then more lights soaring up strangely in the air. Not something we were accustomed to seeing. Not buildings but factories or something. Landmarks became familiar as the Dallas Skyline popped up in the horizon with all the beautiful lights on the downtown buildings and the Round globe to the west. But traffic was a terror. Terry got us home despite my wanting to crawl under the seat to hide.

During our journeys Terry always refers to me as "the navigator". I felt so bad that I had failed him because I did not research the roads knowing we had driven this years before, but I had failed to remember some turn turn in Hico to head us directly into Glenn Rose.

The Navigator's job is to plot and plan the route and see that the driver, pilot etc gets to the correct destination. God is indeed our great navigator, but ya know, I don't think we listen very often. We seem to drive off the direction we deem fit for our needs and wants and we fail to consult the navigator. If only more of us would stop and realize the conversation with the navigator gets us to our destination with the least amount of detours and sidetracks and unnecessary experiences. We are so busy trying to get there, we stop listening to the Navigator.

BEFORE you start your day, check out your Almighty GPS system. God's Protective Services. He knows the route for you. He knows the direction as well as the destination.

Grace,

Laurie

“Listen to advice and accept instruction, and in the end you will be wise. Many are the plans in a man's heart, but it is the LORD's purpose that prevails.” Proverbs 19:20-21