The New Path

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Here we stand on the last step of the year, Before taking that final step into the unknown. I find myself looking at the steps that lead me to where I stand today. I look over the path that I carefully planned and I walked with precision and grace, Yet not without my fair share of stumbling and falling. I see the obstacles that I maneuvered around, or over, or completely jumped... as well as the prints in the grass where I sat and thought before taking another step. I spent many a day and night in one spot, perhaps for fear of messing up or perhaps just too tired to continue on. Finally coming to the conclusion that no steps at all... are far worse than falling on my face. I look to see the times that I have danced with joy and jubilant steps across many a path, finding amazing and wonderful things that lie in the path along the way. A hand to hold, A smile, A giggle, A wonderful time to play... and times that I took the hand of new friends and insisted that they follow me throughout the rest of the way. Given the chance to look at the journey ahead through their eyes... when my sight was too blurry or distorted. A warm heart to lean on when I knew the path would drop off into some desolate area that no one should travel alone. And they stood tall and even carried me when I couldn't walk on my own. And finally I see the steps of sorrow... the times that I sat by the path and cried as I saw old friends leave or find another way.. another path.... that I could not follow. And suffered the pain of seeing familiar faces became... strangers. I see the nights of tears and heartache and the times that even a good friend could not console my heart, As I cried while looking over many steps that lie in my past. Letting go of what my heart wanted to hold closer.. one tear at a time. Purging my heart of complete and utter... despair. I still look across that path wanting nothing more but to go back and fix and re-trace every single step that I took wrong or wandered off the path that I should have stayed steady and strong. But I can't go back now, those steps are faded and I would only get lost. The trail that leads me to where I now stand... a new path.. I look ahead out into the fog of the unknown and wonder what lies ahead. Even a bit scared to see, But even more afraid not to see the year that God has placed before me. Knowing already that I have many lessons to learn along the way and more times that I will fail rather than succeed.. but never being alone.. makes the journey worth it all. The future travelers I will meet, the hands that I will find along the way and the times that I will find a place to rest in another heart. May your steps be easier this year... and lessons not so hard to learn along the way.. from one worn traveler to another. Happy New Year :)