My path was set and I thought that with age, that path was cast in stone. How short-sighted of me. Age flung the door to my path wide open.
The walk on this path has been ambling and without special purpose. Each corner and curve revealed new choices and possibilities.
Each threshold leads to a new path, some short and some longer. But no matter the length, each was ambled upon and carefully examined.
Each takes their turn, in turn.
My daydreaming self achieved some completion – showing my photography, completing a class on the basics of my faith, exploring political thought and the why of our society’s current conflicts.
Satisfaction followed by satisfaction followed by dismay. I had to ask myself, “What path is right for me?” Epiphany flared up, dropping glittering awareness, like shining confetti, creating a path of an entirely new direction, a quest, if you will, to live a new way by following:
The corporal works of mercy - feed the hungry; give drink to the thirsty; clothe the naked; shelter the homeless; visit the sick; ransom the captive; and bury the dead.
The spiritual works of mercy – instruct the ignorant; counsel the doubtful; admonish sinners; bear wrongs patiently; forgive offences willingly; comfort the afflicted; and pray for the living and the dead.
This new path will lead me to new places in the coming spring. Now I plan the endeavor, prepare myself emotionally and pray for spiritual guidance and a willing heart to accept what is asked of me.
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