Where am I going? What am I doing? I'm plagued by getting it right, by finding the ending. I want to know that I'm in the right direction, doing the things I need to do. But I've been so caught up in trying to find my destination that I'm missing the scenery and stops of my road trip along the way.
Change of perspective. Work in me to shift my eyes not to the distance, but to the close up, right now view that's staring me in the face. It's about the journey. I've heard that phrase over and over, but it means something to me now.
I've needed to slow down and clear out clutter. Stop doing and start being. Being quiet with God, making myself back off on obligations I've placed on my plate and reenergize for this season of life as God prepares me for the next.
I am to shake off the yoke that's choked me for months. Lift the weight from my shoulders and place Christ's on instead. For He has promised it to be light and that I will find rest.
Follow His lead. See the view before me, and be grateful for the slower pace. It's about Who is on the journey with me. He's my direction. All I must do is watch for His steps and put my small, faltering shoes in His prints and breathe in each slip of movement along the way, one step at a time.
