Labrynth

No I’m not referring to the strange, yet amusing movie from the 90’s that has most likely left David Bowie still wondering if his career suffered a bit after the scary spandex pants. No, I’m referring to the craziness that is called life. I know I have waaaay too many analogies but sometimes visuals are helpful. To me, anyway…

There are so many ups and downs in life, so many circumstances where you can feel like you know exactly where your feet are going to step next. But then in the next millisecond, you think you’re plummeling through a trap door. I don’t understand it, I just try to learn what God wants me to learn and hope I’ll get it fast enough to move on without completely having a meltdown.

It’s very much a maze at times, with all the unknown twists and turns…something sneaking up on you when you think you’re doing pretty well. You can even feel like you’ve found the garden in the middle where you can stop to smell the roses when, Wham! You just got hit with a new bend in the road, a new challenge for you to face. You weave in and out of these forever long paths that you just know have to lead to the way out, but when you get to what looks like the end, there’s a new turn and a new path of foreverness. Honestly, it feels like Forever is my middle name. There it is…Rebekah Forever…keep on keeping on cause it could be a while:p

Truly though, I know it won’t be forever. But it can sure feel like it with so many things to overcome and so many days gone by that seem to create even more days to come. *sigh* The maze of me! Everyone’s got their own maze, a list of challenges that goes up to the wazooey of eternal sky. On and on it goes, where it stops, I sure don’t know.

But I have a hope.

I’m going through gardens that are pleasant and beautiful right before I hit more roads of gravel and brick walls all around. I’m trying to find the right doors to go through to figure out where God wants me to be, and not be afraid of the seriously creepy gargoyles that make crazy faces and try to mock me. I’m walking on, even when my feet hurt and my shoes feel worn down and I’m pretty sure I passed that same rock five times. It’s been hard at times, but joyful in others. It’s life. I’m thankful to have it, thorns and all. I only write my frustrations or voice them so I can quickly get them out of my head and out of my way so I can move faster.

And I still have a hope.

I trust God will fulfill every promise He has given. I can’t figure this labrynth out, but God knows and as long as my plan is to follow Him…I’m definitely going to see it to the end.