Testing the Trails
I hate waste, especially wasted time. But I was reminded today that what I see as waste is really a part of the journey, part of learning. And it's a part of my life that God redeems – even when the waste is wandering, wondering, or incapacitation by fear. God is not bound by time or space and is quite familiar with my humanity, my trepidation. Indeed, it is merely another tool that He uses to accomplish His plan for me. I am reminded of this when I consider my hike in the Bob Marshall wilderness. Coming into a clearing, I was presented with a junction of three trails where there was supposed to be none. Not again. The junction of the three "trails". The day before, I had gotten lost by making abysmal, emotional decisions. That path had ended in a large area of "brushy". I tried to find the way by going into the brushy. For nearly an hour the foliage engulfed me. I was climbing over giant, downed trees, stumbling like a drunk. I nearly broke both legs fallin...
