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Growing up in these rugged mountains of West Virginia I have
had the joy of walking many trails and paths over the years.
There have been ones that went across sun-drenched meadows
and there have been ones that went through shady woods.
There have been ones next to roaring rivers and there have
been ones next to peaceful lakes. There have been ones going
uphill and there have been ones going downhill. There have
been smooth, grassy ones and there have been ones full of
rocks and holes. Still, each one has had its own special
delight. I have loved walking along them all too even though
I have stumbled and fallen a few times. When it comes to
the path of my life, however, I have stumbled and fallen
more than just a few times. Actually, I have hit the ground
more times than I can count. It hasn’t always been a grassy
trail over a sun-drenched meadow for me. It has been a path
full of twists, turns, rocks, holes, and obstacles as well.
I haven’t always kept my eyes on the road or my hand in
God’s either. Still, no matter how many times I have ended
up face down in the dirt God has always been there to
forgive me and help me back up. I have learned too that it
doesn’t matter how many times you stumble and fall. It only
matters how many times you get back up. Even if you stumble
and fall one million times then you need to rise up and try
again one million and one. God is always there waiting
to forgive you and help you to walk your life’s path one
more time.
I can see too now why God sent me along this path my life
has taken. It lead me to where I am now. Without the growth
it gave, learning it provided, and even falls it dealt me I
would not be who I am today. I plan on continuing down my
life’s path then doing all the good I can and helping others
along the way. I plan on walking it with a smile on my face,
a song on my lips, love in my heart, joy in my soul, and my
hand firmly in God’s. I know it is leading me home.
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