On a Sunday afternoon, after church got over, I
went back to my old place. Haven't been there since things
have really changed.
The spot where I use to dream and make plans.
Where I use to hope things would turn out.
Where things would just stop for a moment and I could look
up at the night sky and pray.
The spot I came when life would be really hard but
now it's so far away.
That place where I thought would be mine.
Down that gravel road.
Daddy, just like my plans, it is changing.
I believe You have bigger and better plans for me.
I'll miss this little part of the road.
Seen my tears and heard my prayers.
Where I saw the stars in the Heavens and that brought
me comfort.
Laying on the hood of my car and looking
up at the huge night sky.
Hoping God would answer my prayers.
Now I have to struggle to get my Bible
read and live the "real" life. When did
that happen? I have to become an adult
and a reasonable one at that. I have to
see the steps in my life for what they
really are. Why can't I just live on a
gravel road forever? All my anxious
thoughts are here too. I had to go through
that part of my life and needed a quite place
to do it. That gravel road was it.
Not too far from where I want to be.
Right across the road is another gravel
road. Yet that road was always out of reach and
too far away for me to reach. Never able
to touch it because I wasn't ready to.
I was always so scared to go down that road
but yet my heart wanted to so badly.
It will be out of my reach until
I am ready to follow God and listen to
Him. Let Him direct my ways because
they are better then I could ever think of.
Written By: Tiffney Wilson
Written On: August 26th, 2018
while sitting in my car on a gravel road in Pea Ridge, AR.
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