"An highway shall be there, and a way." This promise from the thirty-fifth chapter of Isaiah once came to the writer with special significance.
She and a friend had started on a hike. The country road was hot and dusty and they turned into an overgrown lumber road, which quickly came to an end. Before them lay the trackless forest. Cool shade, sunshine dancing through the treetops, stretches of deep, soft moss and fragrant pine needles lured them on and on. Even difficult areas of heavy underbrush were fun. Tiny trails appeared to lead out in every direction only to vanish at once. Every now and again they would remark, "We'll remember this or that as a landmark on our return."
But there was no return. Soon they realized they had lost all sense of direction. Search right and left led nowhere. Dusk was about to fall. At last, standing quietly in one spot while her companion still roamed, the young Christian Scientist prayed. A great stillness came over her, and the words quoted above came with quiet conviction. A spiritual intuition told her the direction they must go. Her companion continued the fruitless search, but keeping always within earshot of each other, they moved forward. At last a tangled barrier of alders threatened to make further progress impossible, but fighting her way through, the young woman called, "A road, a road!"
