It’s been more than six months since I walked the Camino de Santiago in northern Spain. The path, even with the help of guidebooks that tell you what to expect is unpredictable .The distance is longer, the hills are steeper and the terrain is an invitation to stumble.
Everything in you wants to ask, “Are we almost there?” but you don’t ask because you are afraid of the answer. If it weren’t for the yellow arrow, I don’t know if I would have mustered the courage to endure.
Everyone knows the yellow arrow marks the path, assuring you that you are not lost and your destination lies ahead.
Other times, the distance between the arrows is concerning.
But finally one appears. (You need to look closely.)
It hardly needs to be stated; the similarity of this metaphor to life.
I only want to encourage you to watch for the yellow arrow.
It may come through a friend, a dream, a scripture, an experience, hearing someone else’s story.
But the arrow will be there.
“Thus says the Lord, “Stand in the ways and see, and ask for the old paths, “Where is the good way?” and walk in it, and you will find rest for your souls.” Jeremiah 6:16”