Maybe it's not the path that matters. Not the one I'm on or searching for or hoping to find. It isn't even about the journey as many might say it is. It's not about what I'm doing or how I'm doing it, though I've made it about that.
It's Him. All for Him, all about Him, all in Him.
And on a drive home Tuesday evening, the first clear and sunny sky in two weeks, God's abrupt reminder was ever present. When I could barely see the road in front of me because the sun was so bright off of the pavement. That's when it hit me - as the sun almost painfully glared into my eyes.
When His glory and brightness are so much that I can't see the path in front of me. Just the light. Just Him.
That. That's what matters.