Life’s Path
© Kathy Armijo, November 2011
The path I believed was my destiny
Was to be sunny and bright
Filled with laughter and every imaginable delight
The path He chose for me
While still sunny and bright
Sometimes leaves me fretting into the night
I close my eyes and try to sleep
Still, I want to continue the ‘discussion’
Asking Him for clarity or to make it go away
Oft-times I beg and plead for a resolution
That is to MY liking …
Bartering to get my way
He could easily give in to me
But, what would that accomplish
Would it make me stronger? Or, make me weaker?
Finally, when I get an inkling or perhaps it is my own ‘spin’
Into what the plan is
There is an immeasurable inner calmness
He who knows what is right
Has given me much to contemplate
The choice is mine … to decide which path I take
Life’s path may not be what I wanted for myself
I may not like the road I need to take
I may fight it every step of the way it,
But I would truly have no other life
For I know on life’s path… … ….
He is always there holding my hand …
Reminding me that He is my Shepherd …
I am His lamb …
Guiding and helping me stay on His righteous path
Just reading your words brings me closer to you.
Good to see you back.
Love you.
Blessings,
Christine
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Blessings,
Christine
I find it fascinating that you call a new bridge, old.
Just up road the bridge was built in 200 AD, we never think of it as old or otherwise as it spans the river. It's just the route home after night at pub.