~the broken road~

the broken road

sometimes our lives take an unxpected turn in a direction we never could've planned. we forge ahead in what has been laid before us. climbing each hill, one step at a time. it never seems as if it is unable to be accomplished. it is our path. our journey. sometimes it is the last thing we ever expected, and yet it is so much more than we ever could've planned.

so we realize that our fairy tale might not look like everyone else's. that our rose colored glasses are just a shade different than we thought they would be. that the end of the rainbow holds something different for everyone. and that the promise that rainbow represents is that our life will be the one designed just for us.

so why is it, when it comes to other people in our lives, we still want them to have the happily ever after, the rosiest of glasses, and the pot of gold! we care about them so much that we want them to have the ideal. and yet again, our idea of what that is, is not necessarily what God has intended for them. could it be perhaps that our story, our shade, and our treasure is exactly what the Lord had intended to be their happily ever after? could it be that our "broken road" pointed straight to them?