focus on the prize

the blackness was so thick it sucked me in, a vortex of darkness. up ahead i heard the squeak, squeak of Trent’s bike, but could only see a glimmer of light from the white on his shirt as we rode along. night-time had descended on this particular trail in Blyth. it was only 9 p.m.

“focus on the prize” trent threw over his shoulder, referring to the keyhole of moonlight at the end of the trail. i chose instead to stare at the white patches on his shirt.

i’d taken trent on a date. packing a blanket, candle, two pieces of apple cake and some baileys i’d led him down this trail an hour earlier to our favourite apple orchard. there, under unsuspecting trees, we’d spread our fare while crickets serenaded us.

i hadn’t realized how dark it gets, nor how quickly.

suddenly car lights from a nearby road shone into my eyes. i couldn’t see anything save for bright shimmering dots. my bike wobbled. i prayed the car would pass quickly. it was then i realized: too much light, like too much darkness, can blind a person.

my overactive mind went further, thinking, that’s the way it is with faith. over-zealous faith has the potential to blind, to disillusion, and ultimately, destroy; similarly, no faith at all can leave one wobbling on the path, unsure of where to go. but a gentle faith, expressed quietly like the white patches on trent’s shirt, will eventually lead one home.

“focus on the prize” trent says. my prize is the quiet light of knowing Jesus; He is the candle in my hand, the white patches on the shirt ahead of me, which will one day lead me home.



  1. abbagirl74 said,

    September 5, 2008 at 1:49 pm

    What a beautiful post Em.

  2. Teneale said,

    September 8, 2008 at 2:46 am

    First of all, what a cool date! I love that idea. Picnics. So much fun. We went on a drive today at the farm with Mom and Dad. The leaves are just beginning to change and we went down a little road blocked in by beautiful trees and plants on both sides. Too cold and rainy for a picnic though.

  3. Maria said,

    September 10, 2008 at 2:45 am

    Hi Emily — I love what God taught you through such a seemingly simple incident. Thanks for sharing His words.

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