While having dinner with a few friends recently I recollected a story from a few years ago where two friends and I went hiking up a mountain trail in New Mexico and ended up being stranded. Every time this story comes up we get in an arguement about whether or not we got lost, but the fact remains that we found ourselves in a situation where we needed to be rescued.
My friend Daniel has hiked this particular trail several times, so we decided we would make an adventure out of it and hike up the trail. The hike up was tough, bit it was amazing. Beautiful view from the top. But that’s not where the story gets interesting.
We had heard of an alternate route down the mountain and we decided to take another route down and locate it. This particular route was supposed to take us to another well-known trail and would make for a nicer hike down then the way we came, so we decided to take it. The problem was, we never found the point at which we were supposed to shift direction and head towards the other trail, so we ended up stranded on the side of this mountain, with hardly any water and the day starting to wane.
Daniel snapped a pic with his handy iPhone:
Luckily, we found a spot with cell phone signal and managed to get someone to come and pick us up.
So, what’s the point of this story? When I was thinking about this story today, I kinda drew a parallel to our own lives. So many times, we think we know where we are going, so rather than trusting on good direction and judgement, God's direction, we decide to take another route...and we often end up stranded, and in need of rescue.
What would life be like if we just trusted in His direction rather then always looking for another way?

