In northwest Illinois, where I live, we got quite a bit of snow last year. I am accustomed to taking a walk every morning, and as I live in a rural area, my subdivision is surrounded by agricultural land. My walk takes me across a large soybean field where the snow had deeply blanketed the landscape in areas.
One morning, I plodded through the snow and found the going pretty difficult. Having already walked a couple of miles prior to entering this field, I was really glad when I was out of the deep snow and once again back in our subdivision.
The next morning, I came to the same field that I needed to cross over once again; I found the tracks I had made and followed them. This time I found the going much easier by far. As I was partway across the field, praying about an issue that I had been facing, still placing my feet in the old tracks, I asked God what I needed to do next.
