The Road Unseen

This is the road my faithful dog and I walk along each morning. I have deep thoughts, and the dog smells deep smells, and her tail wags happily, her ears perked as she pads along in her happily expectant manner.

As I walked along this morning, gazing mostly downward, I thought of the conversation I had last night with a dear friend. My attitude had been dismal about a state of affairs I felt ill-equipped to deal with and simply wanted to give up on. My friend, being a fabulous friend, attempted to boost me, reminding me that I did not know how things might turn out, and to take some time to enjoy my upcoming camping trip. Nothing had to be done as fast as I wanted it done.

Remembering our conversation, I suddenly thought of my mother and a situation that occurred in her eighty-seventh year. Her doctor gave her a diagnosis of lung cancer. He based this diagnosis on first an x-ray and then a CT scan. I remember clearly the young tech who did the CT scanned confirmed to me there was a mass in her lung. The doctor said that given my mother’s age and health (by then she was almost blind), he wouldn’t recommend a lot of tests or treatments, that symptoms could be managed as they occurred. Now, this happened some four months after my husband’s untimely death and Mama and I weren’t thinking all that clearly, so we accepted the recommendation. Both Mama and I held more fear of the medical procedures than we did illness.

Guess what. My mother lived to be ninety-one and never did have cancer. A year after the erroneous diagnosis, circumstances brought us to a new doctor, who told us there was no mass, that whatever it had been–he guessed infection–had cleared up. Further, a cancer diagnosis would have required a biopsy.

I’m not suggesting a miracle healing, although I don’t rule it out. What I’m reminded of with this incident is that we never really know what’s going to happen.

We can only see so far down the road. Some of us have better eyesight than others, but for everyone there is a limit. That road in the photo bends, and no one can know what is around that bend.

For myself, countless times I have peered down that road and thought I saw a person, only to get further along and see it was a mailbox.

It seems to me the best thing to do is to be like my faithful dog and go happily along my road of life, expecting wonderful things to turn up.

“Expect God to show up,” said a wise woman.

So, dear reader, if you are facing a state of affairs and don’t feel up to the task required–likely from predicting the worst–don’t count yourself out. Take a bit of a break and maybe a little turn toward expecting the best. Sit down one more time to write another page. Query another agent…watch one YouTube video on publishing yourself. Get out your paints…your sewing…your plans for your yard…your chicken house…your dinner.

In Mama’s last five years, the road was sometimes sweet and smooth, and oftentimes awfully rough, but looking back down the road, I see that God showed up through every turn, and that is the most precious of all.

9 thoughts on “The Road Unseen

  1. Hello CurtissAnn. So loved your uplifting and inspiring road read!
    Any horses in your life now? I have 2 in my pasture … don’t ride them these days due to my hip replacements a few years ago … but will always love to talk to them, love on ‘m and even just look at them out there!
    Enjoying your writing so much CurtissAnn!! Keep it coming! 🤠

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    • No horses, sadly. I no longer live next to the pasture where there is a small herd. My son lives there now, though, and I get to see the horses when I visit. My neighbors now have 2 dogs and with mine, we have great joy. Sending hugs, Mary. Such good memories!

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  2. Thank you, dear CA! Been awhile since we chatted! I’m 84 now, time flies. My Poppy is 10! Needed to hear what you said today. Have a wonderful day! 🌺.
    Diane. Valley City, Ohio

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    • Oh, Diane, the years sure all flying past! So often I think to myself: How did I get to this place? 🙂 Faith is soon to be 8! I’m so glad something I wrote was helpful. Thank you for telling me.

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  3. Thanks Curtisann…that is a very moving message.  I’m going to sendthis to some friends who are suffering from age related health problems….I think this will really help them.  Thanks Again,  Jim

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    • Thank you, cousin Jim, for letting me know you found value in something I wrote. That gives me such encouragment! I find that a pearl beyond value. XxxOOO CurtissAnn

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