There is a path that wanders it’s way from our gate, through the grass to the barn. You’d think, since it’s a trail travelled every single day, it would be a straight shot. That would be the most effecient, after all. But it’s not. It wanders and meanders and takes seemingly senseless small detours. It wasn’t planned.

This is life. The best plan might be efficient and careful and make the most of available resources. But the best journey is a wandering one.