We start our journey in the wash. Its dry, dusty and for the most part, flat. We can see the hills around us, but we are on the safe path. The view in this desert bottom is pretty, I snap pictures of the shrubs that are there. The guys are in front of us and we eat their dust. My kids are with them, which comforts me, assuming they won't do anything stupid with my babies on board.
I should have known better. A few moments later, this is where we find ourselves. Not moving. Actually we are. We are sliding backwards. If you know me, you know that I am not a thrill seeker. You know that at this moment my heart is pounding, I feel sick, and I want off of this ride. I am not having fun anymore. Why didn't we stay in the safety of the wash?!
And I have to admit, I am pretty glad that they didn't listen to me. Without that uncomfortable moment, I would have missed these amazing views. The saguaro scattered throughout the hills, the palo verde perfectly placed where their Creator them.
The new trail was there, blazed clearly in front of us with breathtaking views all around. Prickly pears, saguaro, and jumping cholla greeted us around every corner. A few ruts in the road yes, but amazing beauty everywhere. And of course, as we are cruising along in this majestic place I had to see the connection. We have safety in the wash or valleys. We experience painful and terrifying climbs to the top. But when we reach the top, the glory that surrounds us is awe inspiring.
Are you living safely in the wash? Or are you allowing Him to lead you to a place more amazing than you could imagine? Don't worry, He'll help you when you get stuck.