There are days when I wish I had a crystal ball to look into my future and show me where my life is leading. Even better, I wish that I had “The Map” of what my life is intended to be, the path I was created to take. I wish I had very specific step-by-step instructions to follow so I could be absolutely certain that I stay true to the course that was charted for me by the One who made me. I have a TomTom in my car that tells me when a turn is coming and how far away it is, and which direction I have to go, and exactly the moment I am supposed to turn. Sometimes though, I find that I am on a road that my navigational gadget has no idea exists. The screen shows a blue arrow traveling across a broad expanse of green nothingness. The device recalculates over and over again, telling me to turn here, turn there, trying to get me back on course. That is the path I am on.
I have been chasing the dream, and I have it just in my grasp. I have my art in 5 NC galleries. I am invited to exclusive art festivals, my work has recently been published. I am poised to pounce on the dream and ride it out. I can have it all if I just grab it and work it. I hesitate. I take a closer look. Slowly, a notion creeps up on me. This is unfamiliar. This place, these possibilities that are surrounding me. I think I missed a turn. I am in unfamiliar territory, and I know exactly how I got here. I haven’t been listening. A small, quiet voice has been whispering to me that this thing I am chasing, this vision, this shining prize, is not meant for me. I am in the wrong dream. This is for someone else. My path wandered off in another direction a long way back. It is a wide path. It is wide enough for four to walk shoulder to shoulder. I can find it again if I double back. I am going to have to drop some things that I have picked up along the way that will hinder my progress back. My traveling companions are waiting there for me to continue our adventure together.