Facing That Fork in the Road

Some of you who are "worthy" of being counted on my very limited list of Facebook friends (wink wink) might remember the silly picture I posted several months ago of a table fork by the curb of the sidewalk we travel everyday. At the time I thought my discovery was the perfect whimsical sight joke, like a Concentration picture puzzle. Remember that game show?

Oh the irony!  I should have recognized the fork for what it really was--an omen. The memory of that fork dogged me these last few months. The first time I realized the significance of my discovery I had been inundated with life-altering choices. New job opportunities, relocation possibilities, heavy-duty King Solomon decisions to be made. The next time I walked the same route, I searched for the fork. There it rested, obscured with months of windy summertime debris.

Prophetic, huh?  The following weeks I sorted through what I truly wanted...my heart's desire. I began to visualize what my life would look like if things changed. Scary-- perhaps...exciting--definitely! 

And suddenly everything became clear. It defies explanation how easily things fall into place when you realize what you believe in. The Universe seemed to move mountains--mountains I hadn't even known existed three weeks before. New job? Snap!  New city? Snap! New home?  Well, God and I are still working on that, but I'm certain my perfect home will materialize in divine time. 

The fork in the road? The last time I walked, my nagging little utensil had vanished, most likely carried downstream with our recent gully-washers.  No matter. I don't need it anymore.  I know where I'm going. I don't need a fork in the road to point the way.