It’s funny, the area looks familiar to me, but the path doesn’t. I know full well that I certainly have never seen this sign before. It’s an old board, weathered to a dull grayish color. It sort of reminds me of a cross. The words “Walk This Way,” are painted on it in scarlet red … I am not adventurous by nature, but I am insatiably curious. And so, even though I am a bit apprehensive, I start down the path.
The path seems to draw me like a magnet. At first the path appears to be just a pleasant, narrow, well traveled, trail. The trees are rustling in the soft breeze. Flowers line the down- trodden pathway, and the birds are chirruping and carrying on a friendly birdie conversation. I feel peace and contentment.
I continue following the path curious as to just where it will lead me. It draws me deeper and deeper. I feel nervous but I can’t seem to stop walking, the pull of this path is too strong. The wind seems to be picking up, and is now coming in great gusts. There are no more flowers to be seen. The birds have stopped singing.
Where am I? I must be lost! Someone help me!
What is that up ahead? Why… it’s a mirror! Why would a mirror be way out here? I am drawn to this mirror. I look into the mirror and study my reflection for a time. I see a middle aged, pleasant looking woman. I see a rather nice smile. Then I see flaws. I see the too many pounds. I see the fine, mousy brown, stringy hair. I see one who is a bit dowdy. And I begin to see and dwell only on the negative.
I step closer to the mirror and now I see my whole life reflected back at me. I see the disappointments, the heartaches, the mistakes, and the regrets. I see the sins that I have committed. I see the people I was unkind to who were less fortunate than I? I see all the lies I told to my friends? I see the time I stabbed someone else in the back to get to the top? I see myself beginning to fall into the trap of things and money? I see myself forsaking the God that I gave my heart to so many years ago? I see myself heading down a dark path to hopelessness. I see the regret in my eyes. I see the sorrow on my face.
The images of my life just keep reflecting and changing in that mirror. I wonder, will my life continue on this path? Will this self- chastisement never end? How do I pull myself away from this path of distress and destruction that I have started upon? I want these reflections to change. I want to see pleasant images of my life… I want to change!
The mirror suddenly disappears and I find myself in a meadow of beautiful flowers. The cool gentle breeze has returned and my eyes are drawn to the sky where the rays of sunlight are streaming down through the clouds. I feel such excitement! It’s as though I can see Jesus in the rays as that sunshine beckons to me. I feel His spirit speaking to my heart saying, ”Walk this way.” I reach out to Him. I feel peace.
This feeling is so beautiful it is like I have died and gone to heaven! I just want to stay here forever…
But…what is that incessant buzzing? Why won’t it stop? It’s ruining the beautiful peacefulness …
It’s my alarm ringing… Reality dawns… I awaken and realize it was a dream…
It was a dream. It was a nightmare. It was a vision. It was a nightmare of what my life was. It was a vision of what my life can now be if I reach for the rays of the Son. If I recognize The Son’s blood sacrifice written on that weathered gray cross in scarlet red... And if I follow His sign that says …“Walk This Way”.
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