A pathway beckons
inviting me to enter
a world quieted by moss and trees.
Pine-scented air embraces me
and I find rhythm and healing in movement.
I am at ease, gullible enough to assume
the path will always be this easy.
But paths climb hills and go through dark places.
There are mud puddles to navigate
and the occasional barricade to climb over.
The path is long and I grow tired,
yet I carry on,
confident it will get better around the next corner.
But I am met with a fork in the road,
leaving me with a choice I am not ready to make.
To the right or the left?
I make a tidy list of pros and cons
only to find them seemingly equally balanced.
My heart drops with the weight of this decision.
God has said He will direct my paths,
but I can't seem to find His map.
Some say to follow my heart,
yet I know the heart can be deceitful.
Confusion swirls,
and confidence wanes
as I am pulled in both directions.
Tension mounts, for I must move on.
And I wonder, is there some middle ground,
a straddling of both paths?
Peering between the trails,
it looks like easy walking.
But just beyond,
I see a jumbled wall of vegetation
with dark sentinals guarding the way in.
Compromise will only lead to losing myself.
I sit in the moss,
search His word,
pray for direction
and listen.
A still small voice carries on the breeze.
But I doubt...am I sure I heard that right?
Other voices join in, give counsel,
and affirm my ears.
I leave my fears on the forest floor and set off again
with a heart buyoed by hope
and feet moving in faith,
knowing He is before and behind me.
I follow the curve into the unknown,
grateful that despite this twisty trail,
He makes my pathway straight
to His arms.
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