Where all roads lead to one

Broken Road
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Broken Road
...by Melodie Crittenden

I set out on a narrow way,
Many years ago,
Hoping I would find true love
Along the broken road.
But I got lost a time or two,
Wiped my brow, kept pushing through,
I couldn't see how every sign
Pointed straight to you.

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Every long lost dream
Led me to where you are
Others who broke my heart
They were just northern stars
Pointing me on my way
Into your loving arms.
This much I know is true
(That) God blessed the broken road,
That lead me straight to you.

I look back on the years I spent
Just passing through
I'd like to take the time I lost
And give it back to you.
But you just smile and take my hand.
You've been there, you understand,
It's all part of a grander plan
That is coming true.

Now I'm just rolling home
Into my lover's arms.
This much I know... I know it's true
(That) God blessed the broken road,
And led me straight to you.
(Yes) God blessed the broken road,
And led me straight to you...

It's funny looking back over life - the moments that at first seemed unbearable, impossible, and forever, turn out to be your fondest. Or, you can at least admire them for the growth they gave to you through the adversity they produced. Too often I keep looking at my life as a destination and not a journey. Which is a pretty common thing among people me age I think; however, I have noticed that I learning it is more of a journey every day...an evolution, a growing up, a maturity of ourselves. Not necessarily an attainable perfection in this life, but a desire for improvement at the cost of ourselves for others. Too often I think that life needs to be a perfect journey, free of blemishes, mistakes, failures, and heartaches...but why do we believe this? Because the roads of life are clean, unbroken, and straight for others? maybe...I haven't figured out why. In my life I am thankful for my broken roads...some are so broken, they have in turn broken me, and I will continually be reminded of their pain - but it is okay, I am happy. Which is a good feeling - where it comes from I do not know. I suppose scars are scars to remind us of falling down. But you know, with the pain comes a glorious reminder of our growing up, our past, and our beautiful future with the ones around us that we ultimately love for all time.