Wrong Turn… again.

Pam’s journey – Day 28

Miles walked: 73

Miles remaining: 927

Days remaining: 337

I tend to make “wrong turns” a habit. Years ago, my (now ex) husband and I were driving to Florida and I missed an exit. So, I just take the next one thinking that I’ll be able to backtrack or something to get back on the right road. We’ll just say that we experienced a scenic route of Louisiana that probably not many people have seen on purpose.
I did this in Mexico once too. My mom, daughter, an old friend and I was driving to a “new market” that I wanted to visit just over the border in Mexico. Somehow we took the wrong bridge and we were on the industrial side of Reynosa. Obviously, I should have just done a U-turn and come back over that bridge but.. no. I drove through the industrial side to find the market. Not smart and I would NOT do it again but we survived (sorry again mom)! So, wrong turns aren’t new to me. I’ve even started to embrace them from time to time for letting me see things that I normally wouldn’t have seen if I had been on the right road.

We started this walk on 10/8/11. So, I’ve been walking my neighborhood almost every day for roughly 4 weeks. I’ve lived in my neighborhood just over 4 years. It’s one of those neighborhoods that has a few main streets and then several little winding streets that curve and turn and dead end with lots of cul-de-sacs scattered everywhere. It still amazes me, how I can think I know exactly where I’m going and end up completely on the other side of my neighborhood. Cut me a little slack.. I mean, I walk at 6am, it’s dark, it’s cold, and I’ve barely had 1 cup of coffee, so it’s not so hard to make a wrong turn, right?

There really is no right or wrong route. I just walk to be walking with my Jesus. I tend to walk the same safe route over and over and over until I feel the need to be adventurous and seek out something new. It never fails that just when I think I know where I’m going… I don’t. Isn’t it just like me to keep trying these routes that apparently, He’s not ready for me to try. Why must I keep pushing His buttons and insist on trying something that He doesn’t think I’m ready for? OH, maybe because I’m a CONTROL FREAK?   Yep.. that would be it!

That’s what this walk is all about, isn’t it? Walking with Him. Getting to know Him. Spending precious time with Him. Learning to let Him guide me. Duh… so, back to me thinking that I know where I’m going. I need to accept that I don’t.. I don’t! He knows where I’m going.. I mean, He wrote my book. He knows my story and He knows how it ends so all I have to do is give it all to Him. I give Him all of my worries and troubles on those dark streets every morning and I still find myself trying to do things My way. I’ve been asking for a lot of help with that lately and He hears me. I’m sure He chuckles at me, like my Papa used to, and says “you’re so stubborn, just take My hand”.

It really is that easy.

So, I’m going to walk my walk and I’m going to stick to the safe streets until He says that I’m ready for the adventure in the back of the neighborhood. For now, I don’t need to worry that I’m taking the right turn on the right street. I just need to walk with Him. I will continue to seek Him, walk with Him giving thanks for everything that He is and does, and learn to let Him guide me, every day at 6am.

Just walk.

Therefore, as you received Christ Jesus the Lord, so walk in him, rooted and built up in him and established in the faith, just as you were taught, abounding in thanksgiving.~ Colossians 2:6-7

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