[Writing this morning on The Gypsy Mama’s Five Minute Friday prompt, “Path.”]
“Ponder the path of your feet” Wisdom says.
And to see it?
“Thy word is a lamp unto my feet and a light unto my path…”
In His light I am looking at the path I travel. It so often seems such a zig-zag, or going around-in-circles, which I considered in this post, months ago. Now it seems to zigzag between what could be the rather contemplative life and what could be the intensely social life. Which seems so see-saw, and what I’d like is a stable and uniform way of life.
If my path narrows and grows harder as it climbs and I find myself more and more alone on it, it resembles more the narrow way that Christ described. That other, crowded, popular way… he described that, too. He said it leads to destruction.
So what’s with the back-and-forth that’s been going on, brought about by events lately happening to me and people popping up out of the past? Suddenly nearby people, within a smaller radius, whom I haven’t seen in years, are now sitting in my kitchen or at my patio table, talking time away, catching up.
Is this a bend in my path, or me getting easily distracted onto side tracks? Maybe the best place to look, more than at my feet or my path — or at least as much, to keep my bearings — is on Him. “Fixing [my] eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of [my] faith,” my Guide and Helper Who “keeps my feet to the path.”
I just want to be on Your path, Lord, where You are. Then no matter how narrow or rocky or lonely it gets, I’ll have all the help and comfort and companionship I’ll need. And if it leads through Vanity Fair, I pray, God, that it does exactly that — leads through it, then out, onward and upward, not around and around within it.
But I find it interesting that a hymnal flops open before me to “Jesus, I Come,” and I read the words not as gospel invitation, but as my ongoing path.