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Welcome back to Mondays. 🙂 I hope you all had a fantastic Easter; I know I did. The conversation from the end of Sunday School is really sticking with me.
We were talking about Psalm 119:105
, about how God’s words are a lamp unto our feet and a light unto our path. It does not say that God’s words are a lamp to our mind or a light to our logic and understanding. He does not say it will make sense, but He does say we will be able to see the step we are on. He doesn’t say that we will be able to see the whole path or even two steps in front of us. We are able to see the step of the path that we are on. That’s what He promised us, and He has not disappointed me in that promise. He may have disappointed my expectations to know “the plan”, to know the “next steps”, but those expectations are not fair expectations according to what He promised. A lamp to our feet? That’s the furthest point away from our minds that you could get, yet it’s the closest point to the next step, to where we are going, that you could illuminate.
And finally, last night we had a friend over to encourage him, and we just sat around worshipping at the top of our lungs for about an hour and a half. After that, we were getting rapid-fire downloads from God about what He’s about to do, and we were literally all shaking at the power of it. It was past 9pm so it was dark outside, and the topic of God being a light to our feet came back up. I got up, turned off all the lights, turned on the flashlight on my iPod, and tucked my iPod inside of my sock. I went to the other side of the room from everyone, and wow was it a picture of God’s word being a light to our feet. I could only see about 8-10 inches in front of my feet for my next step. I couldn’t see anything to be afraid of, because I couldn’t see anything beyond my next step. I couldn’t see anything behind me to be ashamed of, because I couldn’t see behind me. I could hear the voices of my friend and loved ones from across the room calling me forward, and that was all I needed. I didn’t need to see their faces to know I was heading in their direction. I couldn’t see any obstacles ahead to worry about, which was perfect, because I wasn’t called to worry about what was ahead anyway
Yesterday morning, before any of that, my devotional was from Exodus 14
, talking about the children of Israel being chased by the Egyptians and how they got to the Red Sea and freaked out and God told Moses to tell them to be still, that He would fight their battles for them
. And in the very next verse
, He told them to get moving, which reminded me that our soul and spirit can be at a state of resting in what God is doing, while we are working and advancing the Kingdom. We can rest while we move forward. And, notice that God told Moses to tell the Israelites to get moving before He told Moses to pick up his staff and part the waters. Sometimes running in the direction that God calls us to looks like running towards a dead end, but most likely, the destination isn’t in today. And if it isn’t in today, then we don’t have to worry about how it looks today, because it’s in tomorrow. And tomorrow hasn’t been illuminated yet…so who knows how it will look tomorrow? Let’s just take the next illuminated step today.
I prayed yesterday that the wonder of Easter wouldn’t pass me by again. It’s so easy to focus on being triggered by family members at get-togethers for Easter, to be tired, to be bored of hearing the story yet again, and to miss the joy and awe and wonder of it all. And ooh boy, did God answer that prayer. So last night I prayed again that that would be my reality every day, that the joy of the resurrection would continue to astound me in all the days that aren’t officially labeled “Easter”. Because the joy of His resurrection is not just for early spring! It is for every day! Our lives are not long enough for it to grow old for us.
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