The prodigal path we're supposed to walk isn't paved. It doesn't have white blazes on the trees every quarter mile and all the road signs appear to have been stolen by frat boys to put up in their house next to their composites and their crest. Needless to say, we're not going to be traveling on it all the time. We wander like that time I got lost in Walmart...a few months ago. It's when we aren't on the path that we find ourselves in danger. Voldemort's lurking out there in the Dark Forest drinking unicorn's blood. It's always possible to figure out where you are and pick yourself up though. Remove yourself from peril and avenge your righteousness. Take that, crap that brought me down, my evil nemesis of my own distraction. I'm going to be better now. When we meet again, I'll defeat your butt even harder than this time. Now give me some strawberry jello.
Job 28:7 "No bird of prey knows that hidden path, no falcon's eye has seen it."
but!
Psalm 23 "The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want. He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside still waters, he restores my soul. He guides me in the path of righteousness for His name's sake. Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil for Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me. You anoint my head with oil and my cup overflows. Surely goodness and mercy will follow me all of my days and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever."
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