As you did before you straddle the donkey’s back. He lifts his head, heehaws and glances in your direction. Are his eyes reflecting his welcome or gratefulness at your leaving your backpack behind? You pat your pocket, for within is not only that little wine cup, but also an apple to give him later. Gently he jogs you to the edge of the grassy oasis an opportunity to look back at the log cabin. It was a special place and your only regret is not meeting the carpenter and cook. Maybe one day you will return.
The donkey leads you on the path to the white cliff face, but diverts as if to walk around the mountain. Today everything has taken on colours, hues and details you’ve not noticed before. In the fresh morning air you snuggle into your warm jacket. Gradually the trees thin, it feels warmer, and now you can see how the cliff face continues. There is no visible path, but you’ve come to trust the donkey’s sense of direction and his ability to take you where you need to go. As if he has read your thoughts his head turns towards you, his eyes seemed filled with a loving smile.
The sun’s light and warmth increases. Suddenly, the donkey lifts his head and appears to sniff the air, but it could be a sound you haven’t heard. Within minutes his guidance system is heading towards the cliff. And then you see what appears to be a solid cliff face has been cleaved in two, leaving a narrow gap into which he is taking you.
“Give God the right to direct your life, and as you trust Him along the way, you‘ll find He pulled it off perfectly! Psalm 3:5 (TPT)
How about giving up the reins of your life for a more fulfilling one?