Donald, Where Are We Going?

I opened the truck door early one day,

Donald came running from half a yard away.

Jumped in the seat like he owned the ride.

I said, “Hold up—you don’t know where we’re going!”

He wagged his tail.

Didn’t even care.

I said, “Donald, what if it’s the vet somewhere?”

His ears went down.

He thought for a bit.

Then climbed right back in and decided to sit.

“I don’t know the road.

I don’t know the way.

I don’t know what’s waiting

At the end of today.

But I know who’s driving,

So I’m climbing inside.

Sometimes faith means trusting

When you don’t know the ride.”

Get right.

Do right.

Stay close to the Master.

You don’t need every answer

To follow where He leads.

I laughed and said, “Donald, you’re just a dog.

You don’t understand faith or following God.”

He gave me that look

I’d seen eleven times—

The one that usually means

He’s about to straighten out mine.

He said, “Dad, you told me from song number one,

Quit chasing my tail and follow Someone.

So why do you worry

When you can’t see ahead?

You told me to trust Him.”

Then Donald cocked his head.

“I don’t know the road.

I don’t know the way.

I don’t know what’s waiting

At the end of today.

But I know who’s driving,

So I’m climbing inside.

Sometimes faith means trusting

When you don’t know the ride.”

Get right.

Do right.

Stay close to the Master.

You don’t need every answer

To follow where He leads.

Obey when He calls.

Choose what is wise.

Tell Him the truth.

Do right when you’re tried.

Be responsible.

Stay humble too.

Be brave. Be kind.

Be patient in what you do.

Forgive when it hurts.

Keep walking when it’s hard.

And when you cannot see the road—

Remember whose you are.

We don’t know the road.

We don’t know the way.

We don’t know what’s waiting

At the end of today.

But we know Who leads us,

So we’re staying by His side.

That’s faith—

Trusting the Master

Even when you cannot see the ride.

I started the truck.

Donald stuck his head out the window.

I said, “You ready?”

He barked once.

“Donald…you still don’t know where we’re going.”

He looked at me.

“Dad…

that’s kinda the point.”