Steps on the Freeway

Now Playing: You Hold Me Now by Hillsong United

I think that sometimes the path to the holy land isn't always a trail in the woods. Sometimes it's a rock climb to a peak or a swift ride down the River. And sometimes, we find ourselves wandering aimlessly around the woods. But that's okay because if we walk long enough we will find a road and if we are really lucky it will be a freeway. Sometimes we need to recognize that we need to get on that freeway or we will be lost for a long time.

I've been standing next to the freeway for a few weeks now. I didn't know it though. For a long time, I tried to convince myself that I was doing okay, that I may not have been on the "right path" but I could navigate through the woods and battle through. Truth is, I can't. I suck at reading the compass, actually, I just stopped reading the compass all together. I put on my brave face, began walking, and tried to act like I wasn't afraid of the dark. But the walk became a run and the running left me keeled over, fighting for my every breath, terrified of all that I was running from.

In my running, I stumbled on a paved road. Not sure what it was, I stayed back. I didn't walk it because I was afraid of where it would lead. I knew that I would have to face the things I had been running from on that road. I knew that I'd be safe but I didn't want to face those things. Well you know what I found out? You can't walk along side the road acting like it's not there and expect to end up at the same place. Because along the way, the road becomes it's own with a cliff on either side. The only way to keep going is to get on the freeway.

And that's kind of where I'm at right now. There is a cliff in front of me (which terrifies me), the woods and all the things that I avoid behind me (which terrifies me), and the freeway to my left (which terrifies me). and I have to choose one.

I've decided to choose the freeway. After all, it is the safest. Maybe not the most comfortable because let's be real, I'm pretty fit and could use a run or two. But that much running will eventually wear my body out. The freeway, though my final destination is unbeknownst to me, will ultimately be the best thing for me.

So today, I'm taking steps on the freeway. I'm taking deep breaths and walking slow, but I'm on the freeway. I'm on the freeway. I know that I can't do this alone, so I'm asking if you'll join me on this journey. maybe you'll find something out about yourself along the way.

So here's to baby steps, to walking in freedom,

 and to my God: who has me by the hand, 

walking with me every step of the way. 

-Em