It seems as though I have been walking this trail recently. My thoughts are mired in days overwhelmed with decisions. As much and as often as I seek opinions, I am still the only one who can take the next step. Information, encouragement, prayer are all welcome but still...it comes back to me.
The expression 'can't see the forest for the trees' is very real to me. I am intrigued by many things but all those 'things' clutter my mind leaving me 'driven and tossed by the sea.' I am unable to separate the immediate from the 'this can wait.' Hidden among the 'things' are decisions of great importance. I listen, in my quiet moments, I listen. But, I don't always hear - at least not right away.
Many would say that I need to focus. Yes. Focus is needed. But I have come to realize that too often my focus is in the wrong place, on the wrong thing. Sometime in the past three years of loss, I discovered that when life became a barely visible, saturated pathway, I needed to move my focus away from myself and on to others. First, I had to go to the Father for His direction and then on to sharing His grace as he has shared it with me. Giving away is the trail that leads me back to a life of hope and joy.
There are days when being on my knees before the Father is the only way to see the trail I should choose. Then there are days when the voice of someone dear echoes in my head and I see the warning of the 'rabbit hole.' The voice I choose to hear along the path is that of the One who holds my heart and loves me the deepest and best. I choose to listen.
