Miles Away

There is little more disheartening in life than realizing how many opportunities I squandered, determined to go my own way- to resoundingly slam doors He graciously opened for me over the years so many times. He asked me to travel the shaded path, the one with trees and streams, with green grass and hopeful dreams, but instead I chose the desert; the dry, humid, hard, lonely path of my own way. It's a mighty long walk, longer still knowing He had a better route that was rejected time and again. Of course, the Great Blessing is that even in this desert, on this trail of my own miserable choosing, I now see road signs- blurry at first, but clearer the more I take note of them. The signs are pointing me up and out- perhaps to a path rejected so many times- the one I neglected because I knew better; the one I walked past because I knew an easier way. It may be a million miles back to where I turned wrong, but who knows- He just may provide a shortcut.