On this day (at Frank Lloyd Wright’s Fallingwater), the path was there. It wasn’t so hard to find.
But not all days are like that. I often think it’s like answered prayers– when it happens (again, not always, or at least in the way we expect!), we are so grateful because we know it’s almost a rarity. Keeping the faith for the journey, the path, or whatever we seek often feels the same to me.
I know exactly what I would like to accomplish, however, I’m just not always such how I’ll get there. First, we have to start taking steps. We know the hardest part of anything are those first steps, right? The steps can be small. We often won’t know where we are stepping or which way we’re going. But we trust (there’s the faith part!) that we’ll figure it out as we go.
And we might not make the right decision at times. Maybe it was the right decision in that moment, but we see later we should have gone another way or maybe stopped for a longer rest. The journey often is like a board game– start, stop, go back, go forward. It’s mixed up and there’s not a straight path forward.
But we keep moving forward. The key is that even when we can’t see where we’re going, where it looks dark and unknown, we don’t turn back. We know that somewhere ahead we’ll reach the place where light will splash on it and tell us, “You made it!”