I went walking last week around a lake here in Nashville and because I was feeling particularly inspired by the cooler weather, I followed a new sign I had never seen to a path I had never walked.
I looked at a map before heading out- even took a picture of it with my phone. I’m prone to getting lost, it’s practically a spiritual gift of mine, so I know better than to just jump off the road and onto a path without a map of some sort.
My earbuds in, I walked on the dirt path for ten to fifteen minutes, thinking, praying, processing.
Two particular situations were in my mind. Neither had a clear right and wrong answer to me- both were opportunities, options, chances that may be worth taking. I rolled them around in my head like marbles bouncing with each step I took.
I was worried, though. I was worried that I was going to miss what God had for me because I couldn’t see the RIGHT or WRONG of the situations. “Just show me, Lord,” I was saying, “and I’ll do what You want. I just don’t know where either of these are going.”
I suddenly looked down and realized that I did not know where I was and I was pretty sure I was going the wrong way.
Frustration crept up my back and pushed on my shoulders as I realized I was feeling that in lots of areas of my life- particularly those two situations that I couldn’t get out of my brain. A little lost, a little sure I was wrong, a little concerned that I was missing the right thing.
I also thought I may be lost in these woods.
When in a blink, God stamped a statement onto my heart.
TRUST THE PATH.
I looked down at my feet, at the path, and I realized what I knew was true- the path would take me back to the road eventually. I had seen it on the map, I knew I wasn’t the first to do it, and the way the path was created, it ended at the road, a few hundred yards from the parking lot.
TRUST THE PATH, I heard God say. And I knew He didn’t just mean the one at the lake.
He meant the questions in my heart, the things I wonder about, the worries that I am going to miss Him. I don’t have to know where things are going, I don’t have to know the destination, I just have to trust the path.
The path is going somewhere, and I haven’t stepped off it. So I’m choosing, in my life and in my walk around the lake, to trust the next step. To trust that the path I am on is going somewhere and wherever that is, God knows.
(And about 20 minutes later, I was back on the paved road, finished with the path, and headed back to my car. So don’t worry. I didn’t get lost forever. 🙂 )
I run in the path of your commands,
for you have set my heart free.