I remember being 9 or 10 and camping with my grandparents. They had a schnauzer/dachshund mix dog named Keno.
One evening, we were sitting around the campfire at our site when, suddenly, a pack of dogs rushed through. Keno, who wasn't leashed, ran after the dogs. I'm not sure if I ran after him out of habit or if my grandparents asked me to chase him down. That moment in time isn't clear to me. What I do remember, however, is finally catching up to him and realizing...
I had no idea where we were.
I hadn't been paying attention to where we were running. I was only chasing the dog. I'm also very directionally challenged.
(Yes, I'm the girl who can't ever find my car in the parking lot. And I'm the girl who turns left when you say to turn right. Ironically, I am one helluva map reader!)
I remember hooking Keno to his leash. I remember heading back in the direction I thought we were supposed to go. I remember that it was getting darker and darker. I remember lots of trees...
Defeated and frightened, I sat down on a stump, in the middle of the forest, and cried, begged and pleaded with God to help me.
|Not Keno but he looked just like this!|
"Do you know how to get back?" I asked.
He pulled and began leading me through the darkness and trees. I had nothing but complete faith and trust in him in that moment.
The next thing I knew, we were walking back into the campsite. My grandparents were very happy to see us both.
Here again, I find myself defeated in the middle of a seemingly dark forest.
There is too much about my life in which I feel unsettled, defeated and frightened. Occasionally, I feel the tug of Trust. Sometimes, I can sense Strength saying to me, "It's ok. I got this."
I just haven't gotten my butt off the stump yet.