Sometimes I feel like it’s a long road I’m on.
Some days the road is smooth and level, and I can see so clearly in all directions. My steps are firm and I know my way. It’s as if I’m being led in just the right way.
Other days the road is bumpy, or it’s dark and I can’t see my way. I’ve never been so lost in my life. Getting lost makes the fear build in the pit of one’s stomach. The dread grows to terror and it’s hard to make one foot keep moving in front of the other. Sometimes you even just have to have faith that the road is still there under your feet. I don’t know what keeps me going, but someone leads my way or maybe even carries me through the worst.
And then there are the uphill days. I can see the light at the top of the steep hill, and that light pulls me forward. It’s a hard climb, but I can see the goal in sight and that will keep me going. Sometimes the difficulty of the terrain becomes all consuming.
It’s so easy to think that it is all just me and the road. Walking this road is all there is.
And then I remember. There really is a purpose, and there really is a Destination. On this earth, we’re just passing through.
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I love this, neighbor! I wrote about going for a walk with my girlie today at the beginning (and ending) of my Five Minute post… and the route we take is full of all of these kinds of roads… and yes and amen – no matter what our route here, we really are all just passing through!
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