I stood upon a unique vantage point where many would never venture. Everything stood in measured precision across a perfectly flat landscape below. It smacked of never ending sameness.
For that matter, nothing changed day after day. My job always entailed the same things. My schedule never varied by even a minute. My bike ride proved predictable. The route I took never changed.
Today it had. I stood with my bike on the ascending arch of a bridge no one traveled. All who traveled it never came back the same, if they came back at all.
Nothing stirred my desires or fulfilled the emptiness within as I took in the vast sameness. I turned around to face swirling fog blocking the view of the bridge beyond a hundred yards. It promised of answers I would never find elsewhere.
Would this bridge lead to a way I could grow my faith? I needed little faith when life never changed. I could not test faith in the land of sameness. My faith wanted to grow.
I gripped the handlebars of the bike tightly. Could I do this? Should I even dare leave the comfort I knew?
I started forward up the ascending bridge finding it fairly easy going upon the smooth paving. I gulped as I hit the fog, but I relaxed as the view ahead remained the same distance. I found comfort in a new kind of sameness as I pedaled deeper into the swirling grayness.
The climb grew steeper. Sweat broke forth as I leaned into the bike finding the ascent a grueling challenge. I wanted to give up, but something deep inside told me to keep going. The test had only begun.
I let out a whoop of delight upon reaching the bridgeís apex. Then I took a look back and had to bite my tongue to quench a scream. Nothing but the quiet, swirling fog lay behind. No bridge remained to allow me back to sameness.
I faced forward quickly finding the bridge once more as it arched away to the unknown beyond. It appeared to narrow as it moved on into the fog.
I sucked in a few long breaths of air to calm myself. It felt crisper than the air back home. Neither a scent wafted to my nose nor any sound reached my ears. For such a dead zone it made me feel electrified with life. I knew I could go forward.
The desire to continue made me push the bike forward into a slow descent along the polished stone bridge. When had it changed from paving to these highly polished stones? The smoothness allowed the bike to easily gain speed. I found great delight as the wind whistled past my ears.
ďIím coming, Lord. I should have realized this sooner. Change isnít that hard.Ē
Oops! The bridge narrowed to a mere yard without railings. Fear shook me to the core and a wobble to one side released a scream I did not recognize. I knew it could only be mine.
I slowed with effort as tears streamed down my cheeks. So much for what little faith I had. What had I been thinking when I started?
Faith. I had wanted to test my faith. Gulp. I wanted to go home now before it got worse, but I didnít turn back.
The bridge became a tightrope through the overwhelming fog.
I had to trust. How else would I gain the end?
I closed my eyes and stretched my arms out to the sides tentatively trying to find trust. Then I could smell it. A deep freshness like after a rain. My skin prickled with the exhilarating chill that blew across it. I let it wash the fear away.
I opened my eyes as my bike slowed of its own accord. A rolling landscape of nature lay before me. A glance behind did not reveal a bridge or a wisp of fog.
I had found a whole new beginning where trials abounded to test my faith. No turning back to sameness. For once I had no clue how my day would continue. I had found true life where I needed to live by faith.
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