Quiet and Narrow path

  As I walked my daughter and sipped on my iced coffee (this mama loves her coffee), the sun directed our feet and stroller tires. We paced poignantly o’er spacious stamped stone. We strolled over wide concrete streets through the ‘sunshade’ day while basketballs played. 

   Our trek beckoned for more than vast mundane roads. The day called us to a quiet and narrow path. It called us past the bouncing balls and dogs barking on the blue breeze. It drew us to a small ‘gated’ path. 

“But small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it.”

‭‭Matthew‬ ‭7‬:‭14‬ ‭NIV‬‬

Listen to God’s song from the hymnal Heavens. If you’re walking the broad streets, turn your stroller around and find ‘off-road’ righteousness. 

Separate yourself from the ‘worldly streets’ and ‘subdivisions’, and look for the quiet and narrow grassy trails. Those ‘pig paths’ will lead to eternal waters lined with gilded life. 

Stroll past the clamoring basketballs that tempt you with paganistic rhythms. Push your stroller quickly past snarling dogs that want to bite you with sinful rabies. Run and find solace through the narrow gate.

Once you find the slender meadow, lock those stroller brakes and gaze o’er eternity. Find the quiet and narrow path, and rest your cheek in the sunbeams of life.