Many moons ago, my son was ten and his soccer coach announced he would not be returning to coach the team the next season. As the other parents stood shoulder to shoulder listening to the coach’s words, apparently I was doing the standing part, but not the listening part, and so missed the most essential portion of his address: “Which one of you is willing to step up and coach this team next fall?” It seems that while I watched distant cloud formations, the more attentive parents (everyone else) responded to the coach’s query by taking one understated, albeit important, step backwards. Unwittingly, I had just volunteered.
“Thy word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path.” (Psalm 119:105)
I remember as a young boy hoping I would find a million dollars. Wherever I walked I’d imagine looking under some nearby object and finding a hidden treasure, envisioning all the while what my life could be. I was happy as I walked a meandering path made just for me.