The Broken Road

Why does the road that I walk on always seem to be broken? A mess of rock and dirt threatening to be overthrown by weeds and over growth. In some places this broken road is merely a path barely noticeable. At times I have to look down at my feet, or atleast I think that I have to look down at my own feel so as not to trip. But it is when I look away from the road that lies ahead that I trip and fall.

Some how I always start moving again. Once in awhile this broken road comes within sight of a paved road. There is a lot more traffic on this paved smooth road. Sometimes cars stop and ask if I need a ride.

I want to accept a ride. I don't want to keep walking. Sometimes I do accept a ride. But some how I always end up back on this broken road again. And this time I won't accept a ride.

This time I will keep my eyes on the broken road in front of me. I won't look down at my own feet and rely on them to keep me going. I will keep my eyes on The One who called me to walk down this road.

The One who has called an extremely broken person, to a very broken road. Even amidst all my brokeness He still finds me beautiful. He sees a beauty with in me that noone else sees.

Its the same as with the broken road. To the people travelling on the paved highway it is pointless and a waste of time. They fail to see the joy in travelling this road. They feel to see who the road leads to.

Some see and have been on the road but find it pointless to walk that road right now. But I tell you that it is not just the prize at the end that we look forward to. It is every day on this broken road. You see, on this broken yet beautiful road, I have found the one thing that many others have missed...

Life to the Full....