Lost and Found

At first I figured I could find the way by myself. After all, I found that faint path through a small swath of woods—how could anybody lose her way? Soon I spied the apple tree—that woodsy spot where I like to pray, think, delight in autumn’s scenes and spicy scent. But at some point I became bewildered amid the slippery mud and scraggly trees. Finally I hollered for help and followed the finder back to the path.

Could that be somewhat similar to salvation? At a certain point in life I learned of my lostness; I realized my need to be rescued. And I have followed my Savior ever since.