“Thou wilt shew me the path of life…” Psalm 16:11
Watching the graduates march down the aisle, I felt myriad emotions. I thought about the path they were embarking on as well as my own path I set out on 36 years ago. These kids seem so young and yet they are now on the brink of a great adventure. I found myself wondering if I was ever that young.
At my own baccalaureate service I remember portions of the prayer I gave on behalf of my classmates. I remember asking God to lead our paths as we began our new journey into the unknowns of life.
On the evening I received my diploma, I had mixed emotions. Behind me was the known — 12 years of school. Ahead, despite the unknown, I felt as though I had my future all mapped out. I knew exactly what I wanted out of life and I was going to do everything in my power to make it happen.
The path to college was a straight one before I left home, but as soon as I stepped on campus I was faced with a split in the road which required a decision. One road was trampled down by numerous kids who went before
me. It was the road of fun without considering consequences.
I took a couple of steps down that road before the Lord convicted that it wasn’t for me. I turned around and continued my journey down the narrow road. A few months later the road forked once more when I met my future husband. Blinded by love I left the road to a degree and instead came away with my “Mrs. degree.”
Once I started down the married road, I knew there was no turning back. We were in this journey for better or worse. What I thought was a four-lane highway became a back road full of pot holes, mudslides, and barriers that led up the steep hillside. Along the way I had people shove rocks on me, leave nails to step on, and do their very best to make me want to run the other way.
Of course there were times on the top of the mountain where I felt the presence of the Lord so close. During those times I basked in the presence of the Lord, stopped to smell the flowers and grew closer to my husband.
How I wanted to stay in those places, but alas, it wasn’t meant to be. Down the hill I would go once again ready to face more obstacles along the way.
Life is a journey of ups and downs no matter what road we take. However, we will never be truly happy unless we follow the road where the Lord leads. It reminds me of the poem by Robert Frost, “The Road Not Taken.”
These words mean so much to me: “Two roads diverged in a wood, and I took the one less traveled by. And that has made all the difference.”
Don’t always travel down the road everyone else goes down. Instead, seek the Lord and he will lead you to the correct road.
Debra Whittington is longtime Tucumcari resident. Contact her at: firstname.lastname@example.org