Sometimes the path seems fuzzy.
We long for definite direction—a message in a dove’s
beak or . . .
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 discernible
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.
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).
(edited repost)