When you don't know what to do next...

Sometimes the path seems a little fuzzy.





And we long for definite direction—a message in a dove’s beak or--a sign.


A few days ago in Streams in the Desert, I read an excerpt from F.B. Meyer, “Beloved, whenever you are doubtful as to your course, submit your judgment absolutely to the Spirit of God, and ask him to shut against you every door but the right one… In the meanwhile, continue along the path, which you have been already treading. Abide in the calling in which you are called, unless you are clearly told to do something else.”

Oswald Chambers says, “Do the next thing.”

So, we continue even if the road narrows to a barely discernable trail in a dense wood. We take the next step in the light we have.

It’s good to know that even if our way feels like a dead end road to nowhere, the shadow of a cross falls upon it.


Early in last century, Jessie Pounds wrote this hymn:

I must needs go home by the way of the cross,
There’s no other way but this;
I shall ne’er get sight of the Gates of Light,
If the way of the cross I miss. 

Refrain:
The way of the cross leads home,
The way of the cross leads home;
It is sweet to know, as I onward go,
The way of the cross leads home.

Jesus goes before us, and his way leads home. 

Consoling words for confusing times. 

“Commit your way to the Lord; trust in him… “(Psalm 37:5).