THE OTHER ROAD
I could ignore it no longer, this urge to see what was beyond my door, beyond my line of vision, to go where I had never gone before. Okay, corny, sounds like a movie trailer. But the fact remained I had to go, I had to see, I had to explore all the possibilities.
Someone once said that life is an adventure. Its what we do with our lives that transforms the mundane to the exciting.
Have you ever felt like if you didnít do something you would bust? Thatís how I felt when I walked out my door.
I didnít know how long or how far my journey would take me, but I knew I had to go.
With walking stick, backpack, walking shoes, a map and compass I took the first step.
Now, the first step wasnít hard. It was all the steps that followed.
It didnít take long to get to the fork in the road. I had been down that paved road before with all its glamour and glitz. But I had always wanted to know what was down the other road.
The road was dusty, no more than a path. I put my foot on it, and the journey began.
The path was strewn with rocks, some as large as boulders that I had to climb over.
I came to a bend in the road. There was another path that veered to the left. I looked at the map. There was nothing to indicate that path on the map, and thought it had been neglected.
I started down the path, and birds rose with a screech and flap of wins to the sky. These werenít the usual birds these were birds of prey.
I quickly turned to go back to the path I was on, but it was gone. There was no going back I could only go forward.
I became fearful as the birds charged my head. I had to find a way out soon or I would be dead.
I looked at the map for some clue about where I went wrong. To my surprise the map had changed course. My compass showed a heading due north as a new ribbon wove its way through the dense forest I found myself in.
Was this my way of escape? It was a narrow path, hard to see at times because it was covered with foliage.
I tried hard to stay on the path, but again I found I had strayed. I had come into a meadow so beautiful it took my breath away with all its wildflowers in multi-colored profusion.
I bent to pick a flower, but when I did its beauty faded. Bees rushed me from everywhere. My feet took flight. I looked at the map, and again it had changed. A lake came into view whose name was Lake of Refreshing. I knew I had to get there or I would not be going home.
Weeds overgrew the path so that I could barely see it. They threatened to entangle me as I walked along, and tripped me in an attempt to make me fall.
At last I came to the waterís edge. Flowers grew on all sides, their perfume wondrous in the air.
I knelt and cupped some water into my mouth. I had never tasted anything so pure and clean before. It was indeed waters of refreshing.
Again I looked at the map, and again it changed. This time it led me back to the original path.
I hurried along the narrow path until it joined the true straight and narrow. This time I ignored the paths that veered to the right and left, and headed straight for the gate at the end.
The gate was large and bright white. The closer I got the more I saw it was a giant pearl.
I entered through the gate a wondrous sight I saw. My adventure had come to an end as I beheld the nail-scarred hands.
The map, you see, was the Word of God, the path and compass His leading.
Each time I strayed He showed the way of escape to keep my feet from slipping.
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