I have no clue where I will be a year from now.
My thoughts pour forth a never-ending list of questions: What will I be doing? Who will be my friends? Will I even have friends? Do I actually need to learn how to cook?
At the rate I’m going, post-grad looks like crashing on friends’ couches and living out of a backpack, refusing to grow up and extending my stay in the glory days for as long as I can.
I am closer to growing up–or something like it–each day. Though the thought makes me queasy, I can find peace in trusting God, the ultimate trailblazer.
There weren’t trails in Escalante.
During my backpacking trip, the seven backpacking newbies greatly relied on the three guides to map out and pave a way for us to walk.
Sometimes our guides would leave us put, telling us to wait for their whistle that promised a reliable route to our next destination.
Sometimes they would be gone for a good while only to return and report that they were still searching for a way out.
But after leaving us behind and trekking ahead, after trudging through muddy sand and winding rivers before us, after trial and error, they’d manage to make a functional path.
Though the trails weren’t always ankle or arm-friendly, with thorny brush and prickly plants, we never failed to make it from Point A to Point B if we followed their trustworthy guidance.
God blazes His paths before us.
When we can’t see a year, six months, or even a week ahead, we can trust that God has gone before us. He has paved a way for us to follow to the next stage in our lives.
He beats down brush and scales large boulders to create the most effective path for His great plan.
When thorns scrape our ankles and plants sting our arms, we forget that He considers all of the alternatives and knows which route is best.
We don’t need to know where we are going.
We don’t need to know when or how we will get there.
We just need to follow.
He guides me along the right paths for His name’s sake. –Psalm 23:3