Walking Through the Mist
I lay in bed, sunlight peeking around the edges of the closed blinds, and whispered, “Lord, I just can’t face another day of the same old thing.” There was a weariness I could feel right down to the marrow of my bones.
Facing the inevitable, I sat up in bed, slid my feet into my worn slippers and stepped into the familiar routine. I made my way to my little armchair by the window, tucked my feet under me and picked up my devotional – “Hinds Feet On High Places.” I could lose myself for a time in Much-Afraid’s story.
When last I saw her, she had just weathered a terrible storm on her journey to the High Places.The storm was fierce and terrifying – lasting for many days. Much Afraid had come through with her faith intact and feeling much stronger. She continued her journey with her faithful companions Suffering and Sorrow. Before they had gone very far along the path they found themselves enveloped in a thick mist that blotted out everything around them. It never varied from one day to the next:
“In some ways the danger of the storm had stimulated her; now there was nothing but tameness just a trudge, trudge forward, day after day, able to see nothing except for white clinging mist which hung about the mountain without a gleam of sunshine breaking through. At last she burst out impatiently, ‘ Will this dull dreary mist never lift, I wonder?'”
No sooner had Much-Afraid uttered those words than her old enemy Resentment spoke up taunting her with words meant to discourage her from continuing the journey. If that wasn’t bad enough, Self-Pity put in her two cents as well. In a matter of moments Much-Afraid went from victory in the storm to discouragement. She began to doubt she was even on the right path.
A pretty fair description of how I was feeling that morning. Sometimes the dailiness of life just wears us down. I have heard the voices of Resentment and Self-Pity ringing in my ears. If I allow them to drown out the still, small voice dwelling within me, I find myself discouraged and filled with doubt just like little Much-Afraid.
Are You here Lord Jesus, as I go through another day that looks very much like the one before and all the others stretching out as far as I can see? Am I on the right path? When I prepare another meal, make another bed, do another load of laundry, shop for groceries yet again, wash the dishes, iron the clothes, does it count?
In the quiet, I hear the whispered reply, “As you have done it unto the least of these, you have done it unto Me.” I feel the warmth of His approval. Surely I am on the right path, the one He has chosen for me. I may feel as though I am not doing any great and glorious things for the kingdom, but in His eyes I am doing the kind of great and glorious things He has ordained for me in this season.
Blessings,
Linda
Oh Linda, what a powerful devotion. I often feel like I am not on the right path, but then, somehow and through someone, God affirms that I am on the right path.
Thank you for sharing your wisdom with us.
I can identify. So many things go on in my head each day. I want to listen to His Voice through His Word. He guides me each day, if I only listen and obey.
Beautiful post.
Blessings and love,
Debbie
Fantastic post.