Some of you already know that on my way to my wedding, I was delayed by a cattle drive, which completely filled the mountain road that I was travelling on, to the site of our wedding. Now, I guess, you all know this. The steep hills bordered both sides of the road. There was no way around the cattle. To retreat and go another route ensured that I would be late for the altar. There was nothing to do but inch along at cattle pace and hope for the best.
The cowboys who were driving the cattle were kind. One cowboy rode his horse back to my vehicle and assured me that they would pull the cattle over to the side just as soon as the terrain afforded that opportunity. He estimated that it was only a mile, maybe a little less. Until then; please just be patient.
I had a Chevy Suburban full of close friends, so making the best of it was easy, and pretty fun. We made very slow progress indeed. Cattle, when not stampeding, are quite content to lumber along. I was a bit anxious about the delay, not being able to predict the exact moment we would be freed.
Before a mile, we saw the widened area ahead of us. Just as they had promised, the cowboys skillfully herded the cattle toward that widened area and walled them off from the left half of the road. I carefully maneuvered by them in such a way as not to rile up the cattle. We all smiled and waved to the cowboys, who returned the congeniality.
Soon, we were speeding along at a normal pace. We arrived in plenty of time, with nothing more than an interesting story to tell and retell.
During the moment, I would have preferred to not have this event happen, when it happened. The experience was fun, but I would have chosen a less stressful timing. Since that day, I have had the same experience on two additional occasions. Although they were all fun and pleasant, none of them could compare to that day of my wedding. It was actually more special and fun on that day, given the circumstances.
We are all experiencing life at different paces, at different times. Those things which we wish we could plan and hope we could control, are often the times when we learn to wait on the Lord, build patience, and, best of all, learn how to enjoy the voyage and not just the destination.
While you’re travelling down the mountain road of life, remember that even when the road is full of cattle and you’re worried about getting past the obstruction, you might just be experiencing a moment which will make your marriage to Christ an even more beloved journey. Blessings!

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