Merging Traffic

"I guess Lydia's okay, but having a new kid join your class in the middle of the year just messes everything up," Haley complained when her mother picked her up at school. "I mean, we're in the middle of our science projects, and we've already starting rehearsing our skit for parents' night. We had an equal number of people on our teams in gym class too. And now somebody new comes along and we have to make room for her.""I'm sure adding one more person to your group can't be that bad," said Mom as she slowed the car to turn onto the ramp leading to the highway.Haley shrugged. "Well, it's not fun." She braced herself as her mom suddenly sped up to merge onto the highway. "It's nothing personal, it's just that our groups were already all set."Haley frowned as the cars on the highway roared by in the lane next to the ramp. "Hey!" she said when she saw the end of the ramp quickly approaching. "What's with all these drivers today? They're not moving over to let us in. Don't they know they're supposed to let us merge into the lane with them?""They should know," Mom said as she finally darted into the next lane in front of a pickup truck. "I guess they're busy doing their own thing and don't want to bother with anyone new in their lane. They liked it the way it was before other cars started merging onto the highway from the ramp." She glanced at Haley. "I'm sure it's nothing personal."Haley blushed and didn't say anything. "It doesn't feel very good when no one wants to make room for you, does it?" said Mom. "I'm sure Lydia knows how that feels. Imagine how hard it must be for her to start a new school in the middle of the year when everyone already has their own groups and routines." Mom looked over at Haley. "It's not always easy to change things when someone new comes along, but Jesus will help you do it. He always welcomes those who come to Him, and He'll help you show the same kind of love to Lydia."Haley didn't answer immediately. "Maybe I should be the first one to slow down and let Lydia in," she said at last. -Hazel W. Marett