Sometimes I question if I'm headed right in my life.  I feel confusion, espeically when life isn't like a "connect the dots" kind of endeavor--when it's not linear.  I want it to be, but my life is not like that.

My life is a concoction of struggle, joy, infirmity, rigor, beauty, much uncertainty and intermittently sprinkled with delight.  The pathway is not always so simple to determine.  This road has its lovliness and its barrenness and austerity.

Often, the path becomes totally obscured.  I feel as if the tangled places are so dense I cannot see the pathway because the patches of overgrown brush are too thick.  But then I keep pushing my way through and I see the well-trod path once again as I peer from behind the wild brambles. There is relief that I've found my way again.  I see the blue sky above me, the sun dappled route, and I move forward. There is a keen sense that I'm not alone.

I do believe there is divine intervention as I walk the pathway.  Often I sense there is a metaphorical banquet table prepared for me admist the tangled vines and overgrowth.  I can almost see the ornate table legs hidden amidst the uncivilized grasses.  It is sometimes difficult to sit down at the table set up with sterling silver, fine wine and nourishing food--to allow myself to sup with others on the path.   Yet God invites me to eat.  To drink.  To gulp His rest and relax in His presence.  He will tell me when it is time move on and once again lead me out of the wildness and onto the path.  You find me quiet pools to drink from and true to your word, you let me catch my breath and send me in the right direction. (Psalm 23:3, The Message)