On my walk today I noticed glittering threads woven on the walking path. As I investigated, I saw that there were slugs at the end of each thread. Small, dark, fleshy. I had inadvertantly stepped on a few in my haste to complete my walk. They looked disqusting. Yet behind them, they left a trail of silver that shone in the sunlight. Some paths were straight, some meandered, and some looped. They didn't look like they are even moving, but the silver threads disputed that.
I have wandered through much of my life, trying to move forward. Along the way I have left a trail of something. I don't always see the good, but happily, when the Son shines on it, even if I am just a slug, He makes it a beautiful path. Joy, and sadness, success, and failure. He has the ability to illuminate the goodness and purpose that have comprised my life.
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