It's A Corn Maze

I have always wanted to do a corn maze. I'm not entirely sure why. It seems a little scary, I mean what if you get lost or stuck or all of a sudden someone jumps out at you and you have a heart attack or it gets dark out and you're still stuck somewhere in the maze- scary right?

I mentioned it to my friends a few weeks ago and we all decided to go and do one, since none of us had done one before.

It was located at an adorable fall festival, full of gourd games, a petting zoo and all kinds of outdoor fun. We raced our way to the corn maze, we wanted to get started not sure how long it would take to make it through 10 plus acres of land.

About ten feet into the maze, we all realized we wanted to make it a bit more fun, so we decided to play some hide and seek. Two of us set off running down the path and then split ways while the other two started counting. Surprisingly I found my way back out of the maze really quickly; it was completely unintentional.

I waited for a while to see if my friends would end up finding me right at the exit but I quickly grew bored so I went back in, hoping that I would surprise them by finding them first.

As I started to head back in, I found the path that I had originally taken through the maze and realized I wanted to go a different way. I started to explore and very quickly I was lost. There was no one else there. Just me.

I tried to make my way through to the other side of the maze and kept hitting dead ends. I'm sure I was only wandering for maybe twenty minutes while trying to find my friends, but it felt like a lot longer. I was alone in stalks of corn, almost positive that the next time I would turn a corner would either be my way out, find my friends, or find an axe murder.

All were a possibility.

Right as I was starting to get slightly flustered since I hadn't seen another soul in a while, I was hit with this thought, "Isn't this maze a lot like life? We never really know where our turns are going to take us. Sure, we try and go the way we think will help us reach our goals, but sometimes, we hit the dead ends. Sometimes we get lost along the way. Sometimes it seems like we're at it alone." 

I stopped still in the maze right then, at a dead end.

I slowly turned to trace my steps back to the turn I took and there was one of my friends, standing there at the end. He found me.

He had a map of the maze and helped me get out and we found our friends.

This maze looks crazy similar to my life right now. I have no idea where I am in my life. I know my location, I know my occupation at this current time (barista). I know my friends and my family. But I don't really know where I want to go, I feel like I'm at a pretty big fork in the road with hundreds of options to choose from.

Some may lead to dead ends. Some I may have to turn around in and re-trace my steps. Some might even lead me in a completely different direction. I'm really not too sure.

But one thing I am certain on, just like how my friend found me and had the map of the maze, God has the map to my life. I let my friend lead me back to friends and another lead us out of the maze. I looked over their shoulders at the map and had absolutely no idea where I was nor the route to getting back. But they had it and I trusted them.

Sometimes that's all that we can do, trust where we are in the moment. I trust that no matter how much I ache to be elsewhere in the world, to be traveling, to be writing full time, to be living on my own, to be surfing, to know what is next; I know that Someone else does know.

Maybe I'm just making a few turns in my maze. Maybe I have to hit a few dead ends. One thing is for sure, much like the maze we were in, our lives paint a beautiful picture from above, and sometimes that is all that matters.

For now, you can find me here, waiting to decide what path to take but enjoying it all the same.

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