Journal Entry 6-11-13

As I sat this morning under my tree by Oasis chapel this morning I looked into the woods. In front of me I saw the first few steps of a path otherwise hidden from view. To the right was a tangled mess of sticks, brambles, trees, thorns, etc. – another path . . . but there was no cleared way.

A cloud had settled over camp, so to the left I could see the playground. Beyond it was as though nothing else existed because of the fog. Behind me I could see where I had come from.

I feel like that’s where I am right now. God’s path is before me. It leads into the woods and I can’t see the end, but he wants me to trust him.

To the right is the wrong path – obviously wrong. An ugly, sinful choice.

To the left is the playground. It would be fun to go there. It wouldn’t be scary because I can see everything that is there. There may be some slight thrills where I would have a chance to spook . . . falling off something or spinning on the merry-go-round . . . but that’s all it would be.

Behind me I can see where I’ve come from. It’s a mess of choices – good and bad – that have brought me to this place where I am.

As I sit in the cross roads, in this peaceful stillness for a moment, I know which path to take. I need to take the first few steps on that path into the beautiful green wood. I can’t see where it will lead, but I have a guide who has seen the end. I need to trust him that it is good and that he will get me there.

So I will. I embark on a new journey. There are difficulties, but I will make it and they will be more that worth it at the end even if the only good thing to happen is that I learn to know my Guide.