Once.
In high school
In dense fog.
I could not see the bottom, or more than five feet in front of my face, for that matter. So down I went. S l o w l y. Back and forth. Unsure of what I would encounter. But once I was on my way down, going back up was not an option!
Having skied only a handful of times, the only reason I got on that hill that dark, cold, winter night - instead of taking the longer trail that takes you to the bottom of the same lift - was because I couldn't see how long, steep, and dangerous it was! Yet somehow I knew I could get to the bottom if I just started down.
We walk by faith like this, don't we? The Lord calls us to follow Him, so we start off on the journey. Sometimes we say that we'd like to know how it's all going to pan out between here and glory, but if we did, I wonder if we'd ever agree to follow and believe. That mountain was steep. If I could have seen the whole thing, there is no way I would have tried it that night. But the fog gave me confidence.
Weird, isn't it?
On a much more dramatic and important scale, the Lord gives us confidence to follow. He gives us hope and He gives us courage. He gives us encouragement and He reminds us we're not home yet. He doesn't show us the whole journey, but He journeys with us. He gives us Himself. He's our fog!
This song has been speaking to my heart lately. It sure can seem like a Long Way Home, but friends, we're going home!
And in the meantime, God is with us as we ski our way there - sometimes flying like the wind downhill, sometimes painstakingly snowplowing from one side of the mountain to the other.
It's good news, friends.
I pray today that you know He's there with you whether you're flying or snowplowing. Either way, HE is the one who is seeing you through to the bottom of the mountain.
No comments:
Post a Comment