Have you ever been on a what seemed to be the right path…I mean it felt good. No roadblocks. Not many other travelers. You had peace with it, and it with you. The curves weren’t sharp or sudden, so you navigated with ease. And it was the scenic route! You weren’t bored with it. You saw the beauty in it. The path invited you to journey on a while…it was actually leading someplace. You felt it. Not an eerie place…nah…this place was sweetly prepared. I’m talking about the right path. It felt really good. No passing lanes, because there was only one. Anybody you caught up to was only ever a sister or brother…never a hater. Coming by like, “I know I’ll see you her again later.” This path made sense. It was like intuition…and you were into it. You walked it, paced it. Settled into stride with it. The right path. One way route to better days. Destination: no delay. Arrival time: ON MY WAY. No rush, man. Don’t rush, my friend. This road belongs to the soul of a faithful hope. Walking not to see, but to behold. This path is the place to be…to feel, to breathe, to absolutely receive. My goodness! Go where it leads.
I pray that we not only find our way, but that we step into it. Have a beautifully blessed Sunday, my loves.
Psalm 16:11 Thou wilt shew me the path of life: in thy presence is fulness of joy; at thy right hand there are pleasures for evermore.