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Seemingly Dead Ends



I am enjoying our new neighborhood. It’s a planned community with paved walkways throughout.They are still building around us so we have some concrete paths that start and stop. They have plans for them to eventually continue and connect, making it easy to walk, run or bike throughout the neighborhood. Annie loves it too. She has her favorite spots and a few times we have taken her off the path to run in the grass and play fetch. 


I like exploring a bit to see how all of this will connect and where that next path might take me. Some just stop and it’s all leveled dirt with future plans for either more homes or a road. A temporary dead end you might say. 



Such is life. We can be booking along with our destination in mind and all of a sudden we are at a dead end. These past few years, with each move; I knew God had called me to open up my home for a bible study. I met amazing women and we grew together in our walk closer to  God. I saw lives changed. Including mine. It’s an honor to be used by God. I know it’s not me, it’s all Him. 

So, I assumed when we moved to back to Phoenix I would just continue on the same path. It’s what I do. It’s what I love to do and I sensed it is what God would have me do. But with each step that I made toward that goal, I hit a dead end. Clearly, God has other plans. My temptation is to run on the path that isn’t quite yet finished. But with each step I make I get this prompting from Him that I am to wait.

I don’t wait well. I am a runner. I think I need to be doing in order to be accomplishing something. Oddly enough, my body is also telling (make that screaming) me to stop running. Slow down and wait. Maybe walk today or go to the gym and hit the elliptical machine. 
I can do that while still staying on the path yes? Yes! Waiting doesn’t mean sitting on the sidelines. It means resting in the fact that God is in control then trusting His perfect timing. It means pausing long enough to seek His Will not mine.  

God’s plan is always better than mine. I know that to be absolute truth because I have seen Him work in my life in ways that I never would have imagined. His pathway is the right one. So why would I ever want to go a different way?  Even when it looks to be the right way. If He has put a temporary dead end up in place I need to stop and listen. He may have something else in store for me that I know nothing about. I could miss that if I choose to push through dead ends and road blocks. 

I honestly, don’t know what He has in store for me and if this seemly dead end is indeed, only temporary or not. But I trust Him with my future. I know He has the best pathway for my life. He will guide me. I need to simply stay the path, keep my eyes on Him and trust His way is better than mine. 

Pressing On. 



“The Lord says, “I will guide you along the best pathway for your life. I will advise you and watch over you.”
Psalms 32:8 NLT



“Give careful thought to the paths for your feet and be steadfast in all your ways. Do not turn to the right or the left; keep your foot from evil.”
Proverbs 4:26-27 NIV



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