Keeping on His Path

I am blessed that I have known Jesus since a little girl. I grew up in church. I grew up memorizing lots of scripture.

When I turned from God and found myself in a pit, that scripture bubbled up and placed His light, His hope before me. I wish I could say that I immediately turned around and embraced truth, but no, I wallowed in the pig pen for a season disillusioned by the very church and Christians that I thought would love me unconditionally.

That is the lie from the pit. It focuses on what others could have, should have done, instead of what the Father has done and wants to do.

Now when I minister to others, I ask them to focus on His answers, not their disappointments. People will always let you down, because they are just that- people. They may not even do it intentionally. Only God can truly judge their heart.

Now as I put one foot in front of another in my own journey, I am challenged to keep my eyes on my Father. At any point, I can focus on what seems like a mass of colored threads running this way and that or I can keep my eyes on Him knowing that I am just seeing the underside of a beautiful tapestry that He is weaving out of my life as I surrender each thread.

It is only by yielding my every "thread," even my whys and any remaining independence, giving Him complete control of even my questions of how, when and why not, can He weave it to the picture He sees.

I am a miracle. More than once I have been told I would not live. I am His creation, a trophy of His grace.

Life is a journey. Many observe our walk. What story does it tell?

For we walk by faith, not by sight... 2 Cor. 5:7