Responding to an assistance call the other night to assist Wabash County Deputies and Conservation officers on a report of substantial erosion around the Hog Back bridge. I had no idea where this location was. I knew the crossroad was the same road I lived on, but the main road 1000 S, where is it? My mind was blank, and I drove the wrong way altogether. How many times in life do we awake and have our path all planned out for the day, and as the day goes on, we soon realize we are going the wrong way? When we know we are going the wrong way, what do we do? Do we allow pride (as I initially did the other night) hinder us from calling for help or do we make that call to God? I ended up calling a friend that evening and he got me directed to Lafontaine. As I approach the scene on the east side of the bridge, I am greeted by the conservation officer, who asked me to go around to the other side of the bridge. On the other side was an officer who was officially off duty and I was to take his place. I drove the 3 miles or so trek around to move 500 feet across the bridge as I finally see flashing lights ahead. I think: Finally, I am here. There is a short bridge in front of me. Not knowing the area, I assumed there were two bridges and it was the second one that was having the problem. I was wrong. As I crossed the bridge, I realized I was on the crumbling bridge, I sped up and got off the bridge as fast as I could. Once off, I walked over and noticed there was still pavement just wide enough for my truck to fit. A few inches either direction and my truck would have plummeted into the river. Shortly after getting across, the rest of the pavement crashed down into the river as I thanked God for pushing me through. Sometimes in our life, we make a detour to get around danger, and in the process of that detour, we find our self in a more dangerous situation. Unlike the officer I was going to relieve, God will not leave us alone to head into danger. That night I put my faith in the officer to keep me safe from making the wrong turn, but he left before I arrived and I could have had a disastrous end. Just like Peter in Matthew 14:22-33, when he took his eyes off of Christ, he began to sink. Once he called out to be saved by Jesus, he was quickly picked up and dropped into safety. If we leave our eyes on God all the time, maybe our pride won't steer us the wrong direction and keep us out of harm's way. So as we carry through Lent let us keep our focus on God, and remember the sacrifices given to us by both God and Christ.