I was walking along the path trying to find food. More importantly, coffee.
I was lost.
I had turned in circles and found myself exactly where I started.
I found signs that pointed me to the right direction.
I finally had an idea that I was walking in the right way.
I was crossing a bridge. I didn’t know where the bridge led, for I couldn’t see past the bend in it.
I crossed and older woman who was coming from the opposite direction smiled at me and said, “The Sun is good.”
Oh yes He is.
The Son is good.
I feel I am at a transition.
For years I walked lost.
Unsure of where I was going.
Unsure of what I was meant for.
I turned in circles ending up further back or simply where I had started.
The circles seemed endless.
The circles of wandering and wondering.
There must be more to this life.
There must be another way.
But I was too scared or preoccupied or uneasy about going towards another path.
All the paths looked the same and I couldn’t tell what led where.
How could I know for sure which would take me to my place?
How could I know which way was right and good?
How could I know where I’d be free from the circles of complacency, the circles of fear, the circles of shame.
The circles seemed never ending.
Then I found a bridge.
A bridge that led to redemption.
And again across winding paths that have led to good and to the Son, I’ve come to another bridge.
As I walk across, I don’t know what is at the end, I can’t see past the trees.
But the Son…the Son who lights my path, the Son who calls to me, places me; the Son walks with me and I know I am never walking alone.
The Son is good.
The Son is warm and He embraces me and lifts me up and covers me with His love.