First Spiritual Thursday - My Path

I scoured my brain for ideas for this month's topic for First Spiritual Thursday.  It was not an easy task for some reason. So many activities, events, adventures and misadventures this summer have taken up brain space, making it difficult to focus on writing at all.

I finally landed on a moving target - the paths we’ve taken - by choice or nudging.

Do you remember a time something amazing happened because
   of an opportunity you took?
      a corner you turned?
         a door you opened?
How have you been led to where you are today?

Let’s just call it “My Path” and see what comes of it!
Maybe this gives you a different take on it altogether!
Even I will be surprised. I have no preconceived idea of where this will lead me...
I'm so curious as to where this "path" may lead!

KJV Dictionary definition of "path":
P`ATH, n. plu. paths. Gr. to tread.
1. A way beaten or trodden by the feet of man or beast, or made hard by wheels; that part of a highway on which animals or carriages ordinarily pass; applied to the ground only, and never to a paved street in a city.
2. Any narrow way beaten by the foot.
3. The way, course or track where a body moves in the atmosphere or in space; as the path of a planet or comet; the path of a meteor.
4. A way or passage.
5. Course of life.
He marketh all my paths. Job.33.
6. Precepts; rules prescribed.
Uphold my going in thy paths. Ps.17.
7. Course of providential dealings; moral government.
All the paths of the Lord are mercy and truth to such as keep his covenant. Ps.25.
P`ATH, v.t. To make a path by treading; to beat a path, as in snow.
To push forward; to cause to go; to make way for.
P`ATH, v.i. To walk abroad.

My take on Path: Course of life -

I was tempted to begin a timeline showing things along my path.  But it isn't the things along or in my path that are the important things. They are the evidence of God working in my life even from an early age.  For as long as I can remember I was searching for the God of my life.  I was not sure how to find Him, but I knew He was real.  I did not know why Jesus had to die.  I just knew He did.  I did not know how He related to God, but I knew He was important.  I knew I wanted to be good so I could go to Heaven, but I didn't know exactly how good I had to be.  Perhaps I could just do more good than bad. It seemed logical.  So I set off on that path.  I would be good and kind and helpful and try to do no harm.

I think God saw the path I had chosen, and maybe smiled a little at my feeble attempts to be good - at least to be more good than bad.  And He kept watching me. I somehow knew He was. It feels now like my path was a bit of a maze that God was steering me through, sometimes holding my hand, sometimes nudging me around corners or over boulders, guiding me through deep waters, pushing me past some people, and leading me to other people until he could get me through the maze and end my confusion.

I believe my path has been guided throughout my life, even when I wasn't sure how it was happening.
Why did my future husband show up at the moment he did?  Why did job opportunities open up when others closed suddenly?  Why did we call that one real estate agency to list our home and end up selling it to his boss before it was even listed - at a time when we really had to move quickly?  Why did - Why was -  How did this happen to work out even when it looked like it couldn't possibly go right? 

I have so many "why dids" and "how dids" in my pathway that are now answered simply.  I always wanted God to lead me, even when I wasn't so sure who He was to me.  And He guided my footsteps and helped me to avoid many storms in life - actually, I'm not as sure that He helped me avoid storms, so much as He helped me ride them out.  Amazingly, often it wasn't until later that I realized it was a storm that I'd been through, and perhaps might have been concerned about had I not been fixed on God.  I have rested peacefully and thankfully in His arms - as a newborn would in a mother's - almost unaware of the dangers.

I'm along for the ride.  I'm on a path that has been set for me.  It may look like I'm in control, but that's just because God's over in the passenger seat with all the controls - just like my drivers' ed instructor.

Psalm 16:11 Thou wilt shew me the path of life: in thy presence is fulness of joy; at thy right hand there are pleasures for evermore.

Proverbs 4:18  But the path of the just is as the shining light, that shineth more and more unto the perfect day.
This is not quite on the same "path" as the above, but it is a kind of path I remember thinking about as a child...and the disappointment when I learned that it was impossible.

To Walk on Clouds

I’ve always wanted to walk on clouds
Billowed beneath my feet;
Swirl them, twirl them with my toes
Aloft on Nimbus Street;
Then peering past
The cumulus cast
An eye on all below:
Mountains insignificant,
Rivers raging slow.
But there is no solid stratus,
No cirrus stony path,
And I am much too heavy
To amble on a draft.
I’ll never traipse atop the clouds,
Though cloudless days there’ll be
When I will step so nimbly
Unweighted down and free,
Not to walk on clouds but skip
And run on higher ground
Above the highest mountain,
Cause I’m not lost but found.
I’d always wanted to walk on clouds
Billows beneath my feet
Until I found reality is
More magnificent and sweet.

by Donna JT Smith, 2018

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  1. Donna, your post has blossomed from what if to a potent message on faith. I like your twists and turns that led you to the poem you wrote and the scripture verses were wonderful reminders that the Lord is the guide on the journey. "He marketh all my paths." - Job.33 It is He who helps us transverse the rockiness of some paths. BTW: I also enjoyed the humor in your piece that shone like a bright light-"...God's over in the passenger seat with all the controls - just like my drivers' ed instructor." If I had to pull a word to sum up thoughts, I would say it is Believe. Thanks for hosting SPJ1stT and starting us off on strong footing.

    1. Thanks, Carol! I had to have "alone time", so my husband and son went to dinner and a movie so I could write! Lol!

  2. ". . . skip and run on higher ground . . . cause I'm not lost but found." Love this thread of belief that runs through your words. Thanks for sharing these thoughts about your path and your reality that is magnificent and sweet as you've rested peacefully and thankfully in His arms.

    1. It's a good path. I enjoyed thinking about it. There were so many paths I could have taken.

  3. Thank you for hosting, and I love your take on the subject! I'm looking forward to reading everyone else's!

    1. I am excited to see where this path takes everyone!

  4. I've had that imaginary dream to walk on clouds. I love all your cloud words in the poem and their metaphorical meanings, but most of all your conclusion, that while we may dream of something better, we should notice the magnificence in our daily lives. Thanks for hosting. I hope to get a post up before the day ends.

    1. Looking forward to reading about your path, Margaret!

  5. Donna - I love this: "I believe my path has been guided throughout my life, even when I wasn't sure how it was happening."
    As an agnostic, it took me a long time to embrace a Higher Power... it has really been in looking back at all the ways I've been cared for that made the difference for me. Thank you for inviting us on your path today! xo

  6. Thank you, Donna, for this interesting topic and for your lovely post. I apologize for not joining in this month. Too much going on, too much to catch up on, too little time. My path is currently littered with roots and boulders. But... this too shall pass. Blessings all...

    1. I know what you mean. I want sure this post was going to happen even. The boulders seems to be pretty big this year and the roots especially trippable. Looking forward to smoother paths around the corner.


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