One of my favorite parts of living in the country is foraging. Sunday afternoon I took a basket and some scissors and went for a stroll along the road. The weather was chilly, with a strong wind that made the cornstalks whisper and rustle in the fields. I knew the wild roses that grew along the roadside had rose hips ready to be collected and I was looking forward to filling my basket.
Instead of quickly filling it, I found just a few, not even enough to cover the bottom of the basket. I continued down to the intersection of our road and decided to turn west. I mentally identified the plants as I walked, but found only a rose hip or two to add to the basket. Turning around, I debated going home. Maybe the birds and mice had already eaten many of them.
My feet went across the intersection and continued east. I hadn’t planned to go further on, I was resigned to having a nice walk instead of gathering rose hips. I glanced to the right and found a few in the tall grass. As I looked further ahead I saw more and more, hundreds in all.
I had almost given up the very thing I intended to find.
After picking nearly a quart of the berries, I slowly turned and headed home. I was so proud of the bounty I carried with me and looked forward to rose hip tea during the winter.
My lack of faith to find what I was seeking nearly brought me home empty handed, instead of with my arms full. How often have I missed out on blessings and lessons from God because I didn’t want to keep going forward? Or change course all together?
The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom; all who follow his precepts have good understanding. To him belongs eternal praise (Psalm 111:10 NIV).
So many of the most amazing blessings have come when I quit trying to make my own path. I never intended to go to New Mexico and work for the summer, but thankfully my cousin invited me to come with her and my life was forever changed. I never intended to get married after my fiancé called off the wedding. Here I am now, married for 22 years to my best friend. I never thought I would live anywhere else but Illinois. Here I am living in Nebraska, in a rambling, beautiful home surrounded by farm land as far as the eye can see.
Each decision that was made only came after fighting God. I want to follow Him and I don’t want to give up control. Someone has to give. It must be me. God’s plan and purposes are always better than mine.
Where are you wandering today, Best Beloved? Are you trying to make your own path? Are you trying to model yours after someone else ? Put down the map, the machete you’ve been using to cut the path clear, and look up. God is standing right there, waiting for you to see where He is leading you. For you to go after Him, not your own desires.
The blessings and wisdom, the direction and peace you are seeking may just be around the corner.