....not sure if this is the correct title for this story, but we'll see. If you have any suggestions for a title, let me know. I wrote this story April 23, 2020.
When I was praying this morning, I was pondering life and the path and plan of our lives. I started to see someone walking--hiking, really--in a rocky, hilly, forested place. She was continuing on a trail that was not always clear to see but continually moved upward.
When she took her focus off the path, she naturally moved to an easier path that led her far from her original route and destination. The easier way was beautiful and more comfortable to follow.
When the traveler finally realized how far off her original path she had come, she immediately began to forge a new path to get back to where she wanted and needed to be. Both of the previous paths she had followed had been traveled--the easier one was obviously more well-worn than the more difficult one.
But this new path didn't exist before the traveler began to change course, and it was more difficult than anything she had ever experienced. There was lots of underbrush that had to be removed and stamped down. There were many rocks and tree roots to trip up the traveler. And although there were trees, there was no shade or place to rest. It was a constant struggle and very steep uphill climb.
Once the traveler reached her first path, she turned around to reflect on what she had gone through. After a moment of reflection and gratitude for making it, she continued on her original path. Almost instantly, she noticed how much easier this old path now seemed when before it had seemed so very difficult.
It was then that she realized that although she had made a mistake by getting distracted and following the easier path for awhile, the strength and endurance that she built while struggling to return to the original trail was exactly what she needed to help her continue on the correct path to her ultimate, glorious destination.
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