In the way of meandering, we come to find ourselves.  Is it our beginning or our end?  We come to them quite often.  The journey is replete with surprise, pain, arduous truth confrontations, and facing the music.  Still today, I am thinking about change.  Momentum.  Moving forward.  Along the way of meandering I find, pebbles and stones.  Some over which I trip.  Some I stop and pick up, while others I hurl violently against the wind.  Meandering aimlessly.  Purposefully. At cross-purposes.  This is that journey of becoming, of being, of realizing, of wrestling…

In the way of meandering, I find I’m lost but found.  Weaving, dodging, accepting, denying–these are all part and parcel of this walk.  Senseless sometimes?  Yes.  Worth it all?  Yes.  This I believe.  There’s no turning back.  There is only the option of moving forward, of traversing the bumpy road, of scaling the steep mountain.  This is the journey every man must take.  I pray that in the way of meandering, He find me there.  Rescue.  That He lead me forward.

So here’s a little something to consider for today:

Isaiah 43

2 When you go through deep waters,
I will be with you.
When you go through rivers of difficulty,
you will not drown.
When you walk through the fire of oppression,
you will not be burned up;
the flames will not consume you. (NLT)

His promise is with me.  I am not alone, and there’s no reason to fear.  He leads me peacefully.  It is not a matter of if, but when, and is promise is that He is with me.  This is more than enough.  Even in what seems like meaningless meandering, God is there–with me.


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