So I sat there, a mile or two away from my house, completely alone. Well not completely, Jesus was sitting in the swing next to me, but as far as people you can see, I was alone. The California sun was hot on my face; the sky was powder blue, and desterbingly cloudless. If I where a nucleus, the trees would be my cell's cell membrane, for they where my only protection from what lay outside this small green haven. I couldn't see the trafic, but I could here it: the beeping cars, and the ocational insult in spanish. The smell of petroliem was heavy, something I never noticed untill I moved back. I let the green grass tickle the underside of my feet, as i held on to the chains of my swings, and just sat there. Why was I there you ask? Well its because I had alot to think about, alot to decide. They where huge things to think about, the life changing sort of things. In my spirital walk with God I had come to a fork in the road, both beautifull, both totall paradoxes of eachother. How was I to pick beauty from beauty? This was such a puzzlement. It reminded me of the poem "the Road not taken" (by Robert Frost), but that couldn't help in this situation, as taking either road would be completely cliche of me, as both where well worn by time and the feet of many travelers.
Oh how I wished I could do both, but that wouldn't be wise... would it? God wouldn't want me to back track, plus, the road I didn't take would change while I was walking the other one, so going to it after wouldn't be the same. How could I choose one? Which was the right one? Which did I want? Which one should I want.
Jesus looked at me and said "Listen, my child, and be wise! Set your heart on the right path." (Proverbs 23, saying 16, verse 19). So I listened. Still all I heard was the trafic! I listened with my ears and my heart, but still things where silent. When I did hear something it was just my own selfish will trying to pick one for me. I looked at Jesus, he was smiling warmly, a kind twinkle in his eyes (as always) but he was scilent. What did this mean? Why wasn't he saying anything? Was I supposed to do this alone, well I guess in a way all choices are made on one's own, but he had just told me to listen.
Suddenly! I understood! Why did I have to make the choice now, in this moment, I had time, I had time to listen! So thats the moment when on my road, I spread out my blanket between the two paths, and had my picknick there. So that was the moment when I smiled back at jesus, with the hot california sun baring down on my face, and kicked of the ground,and started to swing. With each pump of my legs the taller the trees grew, the cleaner the air became, and soon all was scilent. I was no longer alone. I was waiting. I was listening. I didn't know it, but I was deciding.
