Yesterday, I had trouble posting before my feed went out because of IT problems. So here it is today, a post pulled from the archives which initially received a good response. Hope it hits a nerve today.
Sometimes
the path seems a little fuzzy.
And we long for definite direction—a message in a dove’s beak or--a sign.
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 at times feels like a dead end road to
nowhere, across it falls the shadow of two cross members.
Early
in last century, Jessie Pounds wrote these lyrics:
I
must needs go home by the way of the cross,
There’s no other way but this . . .
The way of the cross leads home.
Jesus goes before us, and his way leads home.
There’s no other way but this . . .
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).