Turn the Corner

I turn the corner as the rocks prick my feet before I take another step. I open my eyes and realize I am looking down. I know my face should be looking up, yet I am hesitant to rise. The stoney pathway and the pain stare back at me and my heart twist in pain. The deception, the lies, the sin that caused this broken road. I feel the warmth rushed over me as the strength fills my body. I raise my head and see the endless road laid before me. I can see just enough for my own comfort, yet the curiosity is always growing. The trees and haze block me from seeing too far ahead as I continue to walk forward. The pain becomes sharper as the bottoms of my bare feet continue to become calloused. I cry out for something, anything to get through this. Will there ever be an end to this shattered dream?

I feel a hand slip into mine. With such grace it takes hold of my shaking feeble fist as mine relaxes in His. The gentle squeeze reminds me He is there, and always has been. The comfort of peace washes over my heart and I realize I was holding my breath. My shoulders fall and the tension eases. I feel the pain subside and I glance down. The rocks are fewer and far between. My feet are soft again as the sand cushions my toes.

I notice a turn in the path that is not too far away. What will this corner behold?