I remember being a little kid sitting at the kitchen table with a blank piece of paper and some crayons. I would sit there and think about all of the things that I could draw. I would think of possibility after possibility, and I would have a really hard time actually deciding on something and starting the drawing. I feel the same way that I did then as I do now about this blog. I can think of lots of things to write about, but I have a hard time choosing something and then starting to write. I also feel that way about the direction of my life right now. I have lots of different paths that I could go down, but it is hard for me to pick one and go with it. Choosing one thing is kind of choosing against another, and I guess you could say that I like having multiple possibilities. But on the other hand, all that keeping my options open does is put off the inevitable decision. The trick is, when you put it off long enough, circumstances eliminate some of the options, and eventually the decision gets made for you. Like a process of elimination by procrastination. This actually has something to do with why I went to college where I did, but that’s another story.
My dad has this theory that, as he puts it, “It’s better to be moving forward in any direction than sitting there spinning your wheels.” In other words, it doesn’t really matter which road you take because the endpoint (your destiny) was set by God, and some routes may be better/quicker/more direct/less rough/whatever than the rest, but as long as you are moving forward and trusting Him, He will help you get where you are supposed to be. Frustrating as it seems sometimes when we wonder if we are lost or even going the right way, it is actually kind of beautiful because God lets us choose our own way.
And as easy as it would be to find the right path if we already knew where we were going, that would defeat the purpose of trusting God and having faith that you will get there someday. Which brings me back to Matthew 4:35. And of course this reminds me of my favorite Emily Dickinson poem, “Faith is the Pierless Bridge”, which I wrote about once before, and the message that if you could see to the other side of the bridge it wouldn’t take faith to walk across it. I guess I haven’t mastered this lesson yet since it keeps coming up, but it seems like it might be one of those that we have to keep being reminded of along the way, because the further along that we get the more faith we are going to need to keep going.
So, I guess my problem is that I know that I need faith to step out, but which direction should I step out in? Back to that whole choices thing that is so hard for me. I think in a lot of cases, I would rather obey than choose:
Show me the path where I should go, O Lord; point out the right road for me to walk. Lead me; teach me; for you are the God who gives me salvation. I have no hope except in you. Overlook my youthful sins, O Lord! Look at me instead through eyes of mercy and forgiveness, through eyes of everlasting love and kindness.
The Lord is good and glad to teach the proper path to all who go astray; he will teach the ways that are right and best to those who humbly turn to him. And when we obey him, every path he guides us on is fragrant with his lovingkindness and his truth.
Psalms 25: 4-10
These verses are my prayer right now. Lead me, teach me, guide me, entice me with the scent of your goodness, Oh Lord. As long as you are with me I will know I am going the right way.


