Stay on the Path

Silver Creek Gardens“Grandma, we’re going to see the flowers.”

“Okay. Stay on the paths,” I called to my granddaughters.

I watched the 5-year -old leaped from stepping stone to stepping stone as she raced through the plantings. Her trailing 3-year-old sister teetered on a stepping stone, arms extended to keep her balance. I watched the expressions play across her face and smiled when she steadied herself and then took off after her sister.

Mud worksSoon they were back.

“Grandma, the path is gone. Can we still go through?”

I followed the explorers to the garden. Sure enough, the path was gone. Mounds of iris leaves bent to the ground and blades of green buried the path. Together we lifted the drooping leaves and gently bent them in the opposite direction, clearing the stepping stones for little feet.

Once the path was cleared, my granddaughters were off again—on another adventure—another garden to explore, another path to follow.

I watched as they headed for their “climbing tree” and as they disappeared in the branches, I thought about blocked paths. Sometimes our paths are blocked (career choices, finances, health concerns, emotions). Sometimes we can’t see the path in front of us and have no idea the direction to go. Sometimes, like my granddaughters, we just have to push through, and sometimes, we find ourselves with arms extended, trying to balance life.

I headed for the giggles in the climbing tree, and the song “God Will Make a Way” came to mind. God will make a way Where there seems to be no way He works in ways we cannot see He will make a way for me.

I recalled the verse in Isaiah that said, “This is the way; walk in it” and asked God to keep a close watch over all the paths of my children and grandchildren, guiding them in paths of righteousness, helping them to understand what is right, just and fair—every good path and to be not only a light for their paths, but to be their Light. (Isaiah 30:21; Job 33:11; Psalm 23:3; Proverbs 2:9, Psalm 130809Ducks-036119:105; 1 John 1:5)

I start humming God will make a way as I took a shortcut through the grass. I heard a giggly voice call from the tree, “Grandma, stay on the path.”

May you stay on the path.

Helen