Shannon's Corner

  I was on a road trip to Arkansas recently, and it felt like construction followed me mile after mile. Some stretches were mild—just enough to slow the pace and make you pay attention. Others brought everything to a halt. Complete stop. Then inch forward. Stop again. Merge. Wait your turn. If you’ve ever driven through construction zones, you know the feeling. The frustration. The sense that you’re falling behind. The temptation to wish it all away so you can just get where you’re going. But somewhere along that drive, a different thought surfaced: What if the construction wasn’t the problem? What if it was the invitation? In life transitions, we often map out where we want to go next. We set timelines. We create expectations. We imagine forward movement that feels steady and productive. And then—construction. It shows up as a job change you didn’t anticipate. A relationship shift. A season of burnout. A door closing. A delay that makes no sense when you’re trying to move forward....