The roads we travel
I was reading my bible today and couldn’t help, but think about the different roads we travel on through life. There’s so many…too many to name, though we all know them so well. In my mind these roads should be like highways: long and straight, fast and easy to travel down. But my experience leaves me with the belief that this roads are more like intersecting paths meandering through a dense jungle with no road signs or mile markers to follow. Just a compass pointing in a direction and a gut feeling you’re on or not on the right one.
Some roads we travel are pleasant filled with the brilliant colors and breath taking scenery of life and love. While others are dark and dreary, full of twisty and treacherous turns, against the back drop of ominous hills looming in our near present future.
We ponder turning back, but realize we’ve come to far to turn around. And even if we did, we’re not certain we’d find our way back to the place we began this journey. Even less certain are we that our memories of that place are true, real. And so we trudge on with hope, optimism and faith, our determination renewed. We find strength again in our feeble arms and weak knees and so we march on. Firmly placing one foot in front of the other. Keeping one eye focused on the road before us and the other on our weary fellow travelers scattered along the wayside.
“Therefore, strengthen your feeble arms and weak knees. Make level paths for your feet, so that the lame may not be disabled, but rather healed” Heb 12:12-3 (Prov. 4)
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