Yesterday I was reading in the book of Numbers (Old Testament) and it finally dawned on me -- The Israelites were promised The Promised Land - but they had to fight for it. The promise they received from God was not handed to them on a silver platter.
So why do I think that something I believe God is leading me to should be easy? Because God is leading? I can't believe that yesterday was the first time I saw this so clearly.
Some part of me has been thinking, believing, living as though life should be easy. That if God leads me into pastoral ministry - everything will work out just fine. It will be easy.
Or, if I am married, have relationships with others, pursue an education or business - it will come easily.
Maybe it looks like it is easy for some people - at least that's what I've thought. Now I am beginning to really grasp this idea.
Yesterday I was hiking at Piestawa Peak - alone. My goal is to improve my time on this hike. It has taken me longer in the past but the last two hikes have been 45 minutes up. It takes Crystal 30 minutes.
But that doesn't mean it is easy for her. She is young, strong, and works hard to make it look easy. And everyone on the mountain yesterday was working hard to get to the top. Some people turned and went back down. Others were running, but I noticed they were breathing hard, really hard. My guess is they felt the pain in their quads just like I did. And then kept going. Everyone at their own pace, struggling, putting one foot in front of the other, taking the next step.
I realized that even when I could not see the top of the mountain - it was there. One step and one breath at a time I arrived.
Reaching The Promised Land was no stroll through the meadow. Neither is reaching the top of Piestawa. But getting there is like a little piece of Heaven.
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