Weary, I walk through the day. Every step taken feels as though it will be the final step. As I realize my delima, my thoughts shift to a cause for my weakened state. I soon realize I have been holding on to the troubles which I had faced along my journey.
I had been so eager to see what life had in store around the next corner, that I never took the time to take the smallest of problems to the Lord through prayer. I gathered them up as I traveled and placed them in my backpack of life. Each one, seemingly small and simple, added to weight of a world within the canvas pouch strapped to my shoulders.
Unable to go on, I reach inside and offer them unto God. After a prayer for guidence along my path and thanks for being there to carry the burden of so many steps, I put the pack on my shoulders and prepare to walk away. At once my shoulder ached as the strap settled upon it.
A smile as bright as the morning dawn came to my face instantly. For I know that God was reminding me I no longer needed the backpack. Now that I had refocused on my mission along the journey, instead of analizing every step, I needed only to pray as I faced the trail ahead.
With renewed strength, I continue on my journey. I pray " Gods will be done".