The Path

The path seems different today…

Virtually ignored since our arrival in the Nashville area eight years ago, I’ve been treading the trails at the beautiful Thompsons Station Park for a little while now, ostensibly to get in better shape. I think I may just be trying to make up for lost time.

I’ve been coming here long enough to see familiar sights giving way to change. Improvements here and there, adding new features and repairing old ones.

The path feels different…

The soft crunch of gravel underfoot is muted by a layer of fallen leaves. The park even sounds different, the emptying trees changing the echo of my steps. Spring yields to summer and falls aside for autumn. Winter is on the way with more changes yet to come.

Change is exciting and scary and inevitable. But for all the changes, one thing remains…

The path remains the same.

Look up from minding footsteps. Up ahead is the One who knows this trail. He knows every intricacy, every danger and every struggle along the way. He knows the places of beauty hidden from the casual traveler, just a step or two off the path. And if you stray too far, he always finds you and gently leads you back. No one gets lost on this trail when following the Guide.

Trials and triumph intertwine but Grace and Mercy can be found around every bend. And if you look back, you can see those treading this same path. They wander the road as much as do we all.

Wave and point to the One up ahead. Point out the dangers to be found…but don’t forget the wonders as well.

The path doesn’t seem all that different now…