| 21 Sep |
The Boulders in Our Lives—Roadblocks or Protection?By Susan Whitcomb | 8 Comments »
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We had quite the activity next door recently. Our entire family awakened to the sound of metal crunching at 4am on a Saturday morning. We all went back to sleep, too lazy to get up and investigate. When I heard the sound of a siren winding down about 10 minutes later, I thought, “I’d better go see what, indeed, happened.”
As I looked outside the front window, I saw the complete complement of emergency vehicles: fire truck, ambulance, sheriff’s cars, Fresno PD. My husband and I went out to see what on earth had happened. It turns out that a young man, age 26, was driving down our very quiet, very narrow neighborhood street at 70-80 mph. After running a stop sign some 100 feet before our house, the dip from the intersection that he blew through caused him to lose control of his car. He veered into my next-door neighbor’s beautifully landscaped yard, hitting a 2,000-lb boulder the size of a small car. On impact, he popped that boulder about 20 feet forward (unbelievable), rolled his big Chevy SUV (that’s the underside of the car in the picture), and killed himself instantly.
As the sun came up a few hours later, several neighbors had gathered outside to discuss the tragedy. It was then that a revelation came to light that caused me to shudder. Examining the tread marks on the street, analyzing where the car hit the boulder, where the boulder bounced to (if boulders can bounce), and the trajectory of the car brought tears to my eyes.

Big boulder on left ‘bounced’ 20 feet
Were it not for the boulder, that speeding car would have found a very different stopping point—the middle of my daughter’s bedroom. It was a sobering thought. At that moment, I sensed God’s voice (not audible, but impressionistic) that said, “I knew this would happen … I caused that boulder to be put there years ago for her protection.”
Introspection followed, and I pondered the boulders we all encounter in life. . .
• Sometimes the boulders feel like roadblocks—big and impossible to move or get around, keeping us from the things that we want. Randy Pausch, the Carnegie Mellon professor who died of pancreatic cancer and authored the bestseller “Last Lecture” describes that the brick walls (i.e., boulders) in our lives are there to determine how much we really want something. What efforts will we go through to get through or around those walls? What key skills and character will be built as a result of the effort?
• In some cases, boulders may be a point of guidance—something there to cause you to veer to the left or the right instead of in the direction you were headed.
• Boulders can also be put in place by us, as a point of memorial of some sort—a remembrance of a milestone or, as in the Old Testament, a testimony of God’s faithfulness.
• And, sometimes the boulders are there to protect us. In our family’s case recently, the latter was certainly true.
In any case, bless the boulders in your life . . . and may you know discernment in what form they take, how to negotiate them and/or how to honor them.
To your success and significance!



It’s official. My daughter Emmeline is now behind the wheel as a student driver. Read on to make the connection between putting a nervous, untrained 15-year-old behind the wheel of a 4,000-lb. car and career success (I promise, it’s eye-opening)!
The lesson was enlightening. John taught Emmeline (and me) that our hands follow our eyes. If Emmeline was worried about hitting a bicyclist alongside the road, and if I were to say, “watch out for the bicyclist,” her eyes would automatically look toward the cyclist and her hands (grasping the steering wheel) would follow. This would cause her to be MORE likely to hit the cyclist. Not good. John explained it was like being told to not think about pink elephants. (Lesson #4)




Perseverance: they don’t let supposed “setbacks” set them back. In fact, the discussion boards, according to terrorism analyst Farhana Qazi of the consulting firm BoozAllen, noted that bin Laden’s death was a success, in that he was now a martyr. No “glass-half-empty” for these folks!
Common cause: Do you live and breathe your work (not that I want you to be a workaholic or unbalanced, but you should live and breathe your work ‘cuz you should adore what you do! [Wow, can you believe it? I used the word should!). And when it comes to your career, are you hanging out with people that share your passions, interests, and commitments? If not, how can you find these people? (LinkedIn groups are often a great place to start.)


