I spent all of my youth and most of my adult life in the pursuit of the wrong thing; I spent it “in search of myself.” Most of my generation- and later generations – have chased the same misguided goal.
It’s only been in the last decade that I have realized I never had to find myself. Sure, I was lost, but I could never find myself. I was stuck with me.
Only God could find me and rescue me. Once He did, all I had to do is accept His hand and allow Him to guide me, as we prove His good and acceptable and perfect will.
I don’t always know where He leads me, but I do know that it is a different journey than the one He originally had planned, had I taken His hand and never looked back forty years ago.
Still, the journey He and I are on is one of beauty, full of mountaintop vistas and verdant valleys.
Sure, at times our journey seems frought with danger, what with its narrow mountain trails and sheer cliff walls, or even a rare avalanche, but it’s not those things that matter. It’s the long talks we have, God and I, while we walk. I remember the things He teaches me on the journey. And, the cool mountain streams. So refreshing.
He is my guide, my teacher, my protector, my friend.
And do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind, that you may prove what is that good and acceptable and perfect will of God.