Breadcrumbs

If you can imagine for a minute a God, maybe yours? Maybe mine?

He’s dropping breadcrumbs says Ashlee Gadd in her book Create Anyway, “in front of me as a path begins to form. A crumb here, a crumb there.” A visual I am instantly enamored with.

She continues, “There’s no mistaking where it came from, these divine hints lead us forward, as if God Himself is holding out His hand, pulling us along to the next chapter He is writing in our lives.”

At times my life feels like a bicycle ride. My feet are moving the pedals around and around, my head bent low, my can-do attitude ripping through the wind. I fight the weather, my tired legs, my sore shoulders, my angry spirit. I curse the temporary pain of feeling as if I’m not arriving anywhere. There’s no end in sight that I can see.

I’m realizing the breadcrumbs become visible for me when I spend time in nature. I’m still. I’m listening with more astute ears. I’m paying attention. I’m less apt to fight, angry at myself for my ineptness.

Something about seeing God’s creation makes me want to create. And creating places me on a path back to the breadcrumbs, back to God.

Happy Easter everyone!