These last few days of March, hundreds of Painted Lady Butterflies have been flying overhead, just in front of our house. They are on migration, and I remember the story of Monarch Butterflies, which take residence here here in Fremont. The first leg of their round-trip journey takes a whole lifetime. The return trip takes three lifetimes. In other words, butterflies are born along the journey without really knowing where they're from or where they're headed, but they journey on anyway.

Abraham's father, Terah was migrating from Ur to Canaan, but settled along the way in Haran, then (from Genesis 11, NLT):

The Lord had said to Abram, “Leave your native country, your relatives, and your father’s family, and go to the land that I will show you. I will make you into a great nation. I will bless you and make you famous, and you will be a blessing to others. I will bless those who bless you and curse those who treat you with contempt. All the families on earth will be blessed through you.”

"Go to the place I will show you?" Now that takes trust. Still Abraham headed out without a explicit destination, trusting God to reveal it along the way.

Some say, "If you don't know where you're headed you'll never get there." Well, maybe, unless you're trusting God to reveal it along the way.