Nancy Moser

Nancy Moser is the award-winning author of over twenty inspirational novels. Her genres include contemporary stories including John 3:16 and Time Lottery, and historical novels of real women-of-history including Just Jane (Jane Austen) and Washington's Lady (Martha Washington). Her newest historical novels are Masquerade and An Unlikely Suitor. Nancy and her husband Mark live in the Midwest. She’s earned a degree in architecture, traveled extensively in Europe, and has performed in numerous theaters, symphonies, and choirs. She gives Sister Circle Seminars around the country, helping women identify their gifts as they celebrate their sisterhood. She is a fan of anything antique—humans included. Find out more at and and her historical blog:


The Rutted Road

"I will point out the road that you should follow."
                                                                              Psalm 32: 8 (NIV)

“I think we’re right about . . . here.”

It was a time before GPS. I held a map of Maine toward my husband, pointing at a road that would save us hours by taking us through, not around, the woods that swallow the middle of the state. When we’re on vacation, we like to explore off roads. But little did we know that this particular off-road was the most off road we’d ever experience.

We should have known something was a bit off when we never saw a highway or speed limit sign—not that we could have driven fast if we wanted to. Especially when the two lanes of road width narrowed into one-and-a half. If that.

A few miles in, we did see a couple trucks-full of fishermen, but they didn’t provide much comfort that we were near civilization. And they gave us odd looks. The movie “Deliverance” passed through my mind.

The paved road lost much of its pavement and became firmly packed dirt. And then we saw a goodly branch of a tree in the road, so … I got out and moved it aside. I did the same with the next branch, and even the small birch tree.

By now it wasn’t a side trip, it was a quest. We don’t get many quests in our life . . .

But then the road grew rutted. Not just a few tire-track ruts, but the deep, wide ruts that were evidence that the road became a creek bed on occasion. We stopped the car, uncertain what to do.

My suggestion was, “Let’s turn back.” We had no cell service and were miles and miles from people. Common sense dictated we turn back.

My husband got out of the car to get a better look. The woods were dense on either side of us and stretched forever. A tiny stream ran across the road, a poser to what it obviously could become with the rains or snow melt.

He walked the width of the road. Twice. I repeated my suggestion that we retreat.

Then he said, “Get in the car.”

“So we’re going back?”

“Nope.” He put his seat belt on with a loud click, then looked at me with a crazed, determined look in his eyes. “Hold on.”

He put the car in drive and shot over those ruts. It was a bumpy, scary ride, rivaling any amusement park attraction. The car lurched left, then right, up, then down. I prayed God would save us from ourselves.

And then the ruts were over and the road smoothed. “How did you know how to get through those ruts?” I asked.

“If I went too slow and doubted we’d make it, I knew the tires would fall into the ruts and we’d never get out. To get through the rough spots, I had to drive forward with confidence, not letting the ruts pull us down.”

And there it was. A roadmap to life. When the road ahead is full of ruts, stop and assess the situation. If you choose to move ahead, drive forward with confidence. Don’t let those ruts pull you down. "Let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us." (Hebrews 12:1)

By the way, after an hour the road finally spilled out onto a real highway, and we realized it was not the road on the map, but an unmarked road. A logging road. But an important road.

As are most rough roads that teach us something.


Nancy Moser