CHOICES

I hold back my feet from every evil way, in order to keep your word.  Psalm 119:101

The way of destruction isn’t far off.  It’s presented to me many times a day in the form of a single step over its threshold.  A journey down the road of self-pity beckons me.  Another trail toward grudge holding calls out to me.  A beautifully paved highway of entitlement glitters in front of me.  It would be easy to put my toe over the line and just take the first step.  If I do, the second step is even easier.

It’s possible, of course, to have traveled away from God’s perfect path, end up miles down the wrong road, take stock, and then make a drastic course correction.  The challenge is this though ~ the farther I go down that path, the less I want to return.  Satan makes sure it feels good for a long, long time.

I’ve learned to keep short accounts on myself.  The inspection, through a look into the mirror of the Word, is a daily one.  I poise myself in front of the path Jesus has carved out in front of me, look at the counterfeit crossroads to either side of it, then make a renewed commitment to forsake anything that is not His best for me.  I hold my feet back from side tracks and take the first step down the narrow way.  Though not many footprints mark the way, I can see the most important set of tracks nonetheless.  The imprints are sandaled ones.

I don’t hold my feet back for any other reason except I love you, Jesus.  Amen