The Journey

When life forces you into a new path, it is not always easy.  There may be scary-looking things on the horizon, things that seem to threaten and intimidate even the boldest among us.  On closer inspection, however, the things we feared often turn out to be nothing fearsome at all, like these stone lions that could never pounce nor attack, even if their faces wear the daunting shape of a roar.

We see such "obstacles" ahead of us and don't even take the first step: it just seems too hard and not worth it.  The safe, familiar place we always knew is still behind us, even if changed and crumbling beneath our feet--it's still the place we know.  Better the devil we know than to jump into the unknown. You know the syndrome: that class you always meant to take, but never could find the time; that place you meant to visit, which is still on your bucket list, unvisited; that person you wanted to talk to, but could never quite gather the confidence to so so--you know what I mean.

I'm about to take those first steps down a path pretty foreign and unknown to me.  I can see some delights ahead,  but also shadowy places that hold who-knows-what, and I'm right back to the lions and tigers and bears,oh my! stage.  And there is no scarecrow, no lion, no tin man to go with me.  Heck, I don't even have a Toto.

But I do have faith I'll find my way, since I know the One who lights my path.