Linking up with The Gypsy Mama:
“On Fridays over here a group of people who love to throw caution to the wind and just write gather to share what five minutes buys them. Just five minutes. Unscripted. Unedited. Real. Your words. This shared feast.”
Today’s topic: PATH
I see the road ahead. I want to take it. But I feel ill-equipped…unprepared. I don’t have the right shoes or gear and so after a wistful look, I turn around and go back down the one I know best.
Later, I see that road again. The desire to take it is stronger, but I’m still unsure. Am I conjuring the road up in my mind? Surely it’s not a road God has brought to me. After all, if it were, He would have been clearer. A directive would have been issued, perhaps. Literal handwriting on the wall.
But doesn’t God speak in the whispers and not the earthquakes?
Even later — years later, in fact — that road is even clearer. Closer. It beckons me, cries out to me. “Oh come. Won’t you come? We could have such a journey together.”
I want it desperately. If only I knew for sure God wanted me to take that road.
And then it occurs to me.
If God didn’t want me to take it, would it still be present? Stretching before me, unending and beautiful in its direction? Wouldn’t the desire have waned? After all, it’s not a sinful road. It’s actually something I think He’d want. I begin to think maybe He’s directed this from the beginning…but since He wasn’t as loud as I had expected, maybe I’ve missed it all along.
I hear the whisper again,
“This is the way, walk in it.”
I lace up my shoes and take the first step.