â€œDo not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.â€ Â
—Ralph Waldo Emerson
I had 7 hours to ride. Not far into my ride I started seeing 100 mile ride signs painted on the road. Without hesitation,Â I decided to follow the path. Following the pre-planned route would be much easier then discovering my own route. SoÂ I took the safe, easy route where I could aimlessly follow along. At the 4:15 mark, I came to a fork in the road with no markings. Standing at a crossroad in a town I had never heard of, I decided to take a chance to find my way back homeâ€¦.
So often we find ourselves mapping out our lives. We want everything to fit into our perfect engineered plan and we want complete control of our destiny.
My sister recently showed me an article from my freshman year at Davidson, when we were the #1 doubles team. In the article, we discussed our future. Meg wanted to be a teacher, get married, and have a big family. I wanted to be a professional tennis player. Well, I am definitely not on the pro tour, and Meghan is not busy raising her family.
Life happened; our plans unfolded right before our eyes â€“ not exactly what we had planned, but exactly how God had purposed.
Instead of spending precious time planning our lives, why not focus on contentment right where we are? So often we live our life by if/then statements. If I marry this guy, then all my problems will go away. If I get that bigger house, then I will be happy. If I lose five pounds, then my crush will ask me to prom.
Other times, our life unfolds exactly as planned. Yet we are still left empty and unsatisfied. We constantly think that the grass is always greener on the other side. But what if we began watering the grass beneath our feet? How different would our lives look?
I wanted to follow the perfectly mapped out course. It was easy. It was safe. But I hit a bump in the road, and I was forced to make my own trail, not knowing exactly where I was headed. I let go of the map, and boldly sought to discover my way home. Through trial and error, I patiently trusted I would find my way. I took the time to embrace the moment and enjoy the gift to ride. In the end, I made it. In exactly 7:00 hours, I arrived home. Precisely what my coach had planned.
He has a plan. It’s time to let go, and let God.