We are born. And our parents hand us a wheelbarrow. And they show us the well-worn path that they have been using to go up and down the mountain.
As time goes on, we had bricks to our wheelbarrow. Hard events. Big things. Trauma. Pain. More and more and more bricks.
And then one day we realize, this path that I've been trudging along is not the best path. It's the long way. It's the hard way. It's not the path I should be on. It's the path my parents showed me, but they had their own parents to put them on a path, and they may have not realized they were following in "normal family patterns."
So you have your wheelbarrow veer out of the rut. And you decide to start trying to push the wheelbarrow up and down the mountain in a path without a rut.
And it is
H
A
R
D
Really, really hard.
You keep sliding back into the rut. Oh, it is so easy to maneuver when you are in the rut. Except you now know this is not the best path. You now know it is a fake easy. It's not good for you.
So you force yourself out of the rut again.
And again.
And again.
And you slide back in again.
And again.
And again.
And at the same time, you are trying to remove bricks. Get those bricks out of there. Look at the pain. Toss it away. Listen to Jesus.
Keep trudging.
This is me. Forging a new path. It's super uncomfortable.
But I trudge on.
