I was jogging to work today like usual but what wasn't usual was that last night was a big snow dump. Ok, I live in Alberta that's pretty usual for any month of the year. but the point is the fresh snow was everywhere. At one point I looked down and saw all the footprints where either horizontal or vertical. Hundreds of footsteps from dozens or scores of people, maybe more, all along the same cross section. Except one set of footprints stood out, it was diagonal right through the middle of the crossing tracks. I followed the line of the footprints and saw that they were in fact mine.
Yeah I'm artsy and yeah I'm a cheesie romantic but I really felt the power of this image. I felt God's hand on me as I forge my own path, not conforming to the way society wants me to be. And I don't walk this path alone. Others help me and other will follow me but God has given me the courage to be the first to walk down it. And maybe I will evetually find the remains of one who walked it before me but that was so long along it has been covered by the snow and the dirt.
I have been given a mind that does not think within the peramiters of the masses. Or at least a heart that is couragous enough to stand up for what I think. I choose the path more direct, the path that is harder, the path less travelled.
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