The Misty Flats

 I learned the poem The Way in my youth.

To every man there openeth
A Way, and Ways, and a Way,
And the High Soul climbs the High Way,
And the Low Soul gropes the Low,
And in between, on the misty flats,
The rest drift to and fro.
But to every man there openeth
A High Way, and a Low.
And every man decideth
The way his soul shall go.    -John Oxenham

Those “Misty Flats” were my bane.  I was pretty confident that I would not choose the Low Way because of my relationship with Jesus, but the fear of those “Misty Flats,” an apathetic and hazy existence, seemed to dog my heels.  So easy to fall into an  indifferent, lethargic,  or bored attitude to this life that God has placed in our hands.  Higher ground, Lord, lift me up!!!