thoughts
Two Roads
From where I am, I have two options.
I can choose to go down the same path, the path of least resistance, that I've been going down. I can live my life, find a job, get a place to live, and live a generally standard existence.
I probably shouldn't run into a lot of confrontation. I shouldn't have any of those nasty spiritual revelations to worry about.
I should be pretty comfortable.
But something haunts my mind and soul. Something tells me, "there's more than you possibly can imagine if you'll just get off this road."
But it's an freeway, I protest. Life's passing by too quickly to make a paradigm shift in the way I'm living at this point. Can't I just get a few more miles down the road and then start worrying about it?
Then I'm reminded of the times that I've been on the other road.
There have been times that I've been really close to God. There have been times that I felt, truly felt His presence in me. I've seen where He's worked in my life.
And I've had times that I've been pulled violently in the other direction as temptation, self-persecution, and a host of other demons makes its play upon my soul.
Those times seem to intersect a lot.
Do I really want to go down that road?
The voice answers, "I didn't promise you that the road would be an easy one to travel. It's not as well-paved as the freeway, and there's going to be a lot of bumps along the way."
I'm again reminded of the times I've been close to God. I remember the hardships that I've had. But I also remember that I've always been able to call on Him, and He's never failed me. His love never fails.
I'm reminded of the joy of the journey when I'm on this road. I'm truly content when I'm travelling with Him.
And I'm reminded of where this road leads.