“Send me your light and your faithful care,
let them lead me;
let them bring me to your holy mountain,
to the place where you dwell.”
Psalm 43:3 (NIV)
Pale yellow light filtered through the trees casting long searching fingers into the thick foliage. I stood on a rock overhang and I looked out over Chattanooga. A gray fog covered the valley like cotton candy in a bowl. A cool breeze ruffled my loose curls and then gusted through the trees that stretched skyward. I followed the playful gust with my ears as it passed from one tree to another, rustling the leaves, making them giggle. Wave after wave of giggling leaves circled me, lifting my hair and refreshing me. I listened as the birds chattered, sharing the neighborhood gossip. June bugs droned and water dripped from the rocks. I closed my eyes and listened to the orchestra on the mountain side.
Taking another chug of my water, I stepped back onto the trail and continued the steady climb. As I walked alone in the morning I took in the beauty and allowed my mind to rest. I continued for half a mile and then ahead the trail split. One continued along the same path that I had been on and the other turned sharply back left to climb the mountain side. It was a steep incline.
Which path should I follow?
As I neared the divide I wondered which way should I go? As I neared the split, I saw a pile of white dust. It was flour. Flour that the Trailblazer trainer had dropped to let those that followed know which way they should go. I looked back to the left and three spaced piles of flour glowed on the worn trail. I turned sharply left continuing along the new trail.
Occasionally, I saw other hikers. Some had maps, others were following those in front of them and still others moved confidently to their destination. Again, the trail became quiet and I continued following the path. As I walked I thought about our own lives and the paths that each of us follows. The inclines, the rocky portions, the thick mud and obstacles. I thought about how we all travel our paths and I pondered on my own wrong turns and those times in my life that I chose not to follow my Lord and where He would have me go. I also thought about the times I had taken the path He had illuminated for me. Many times it had been hard but Jesus never left me to walk that path alone.
I continued the trek and at every fork, there were glowing piles of flour leading me higher and to my goal. When I emerged from the foliage into the parking lot the trainer and other hikers cheered me. High fives all around!
I stood looking over the entire valley and at the rolling mountain tops. The fog had burned off and now the mid-morning sun showered down warm yellow rays. I had made the 5-mile journey and though for most of it I walked alone, I was never truly alone. The Trail Master showed me the way. Following the flour markers, I had made it to the top.
Jesus Lights Our Way
Jesus tells us, “I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man comes unto the Father but by me.” (John 14:6) He has shown us the way and prepared the way for us. Just like the Trail Master left flour markers, Jesus lights our way. It is up to us to choose to follow Him or our own way.