There’s a creek that runs through my whole property. But you wouldn’t know it driving to my front door. Even looking through the windows of the living room, you wouldn’t see. You’d see woods and an overgrown pond. But you couldn’t tell that the entire wood slopes down to a twisting creek. There is clear, running water year round, no matter the rain. It’s fed from an underground spring. Sometimes it’s just a trickle. But it is always there. Hidden from view. Unseen by most of the people who have been to my home.

There are also trails. They were here before I was. Narrow paths along the ridge of the creek, and crisscrossing through. Deer trails. I tell everyone about the paths in the woods. And the creek. But only one or two have walked them with me.

I wonder if this is what Jesus means when He says, “My yoke is easy and my burden is light.” And also what He means when He says, “The way is narrow and the path is hard that leads to life, and few will find it.”