>“Over the river and through the woods, to Grandmother’s house we go.
The horse knows the way to carry the sleigh in the white and drifting snow.”
I always think of that as a Thanksgiving song. Thanksgiving approaches and I begin to sing those lines in my head. It is very comforting isn’t it? The road to Grandmother’s home is so familiar the horse knows the way.
I wish I knew as much as that horse. I have no idea where I am headed.
I would like a map, please. I would like to be able to trace the path I will travel and see what is coming. I want to know if I’m headed over a river and then through some woods. I want to be prepared, get geared up, brace myself. I want to know what is coming and what is expected of me. I would like it all laid out very clear and plain.
I haven’t been given a map, have you?
Have you been following Helena’s recovery? Day after day Chris reports of progress that amazes everyone. We marvel at the wonders reported and witnessed. We about burst with joy. Who could have guessed five weeks ago we would be here today? Who can predict where we will be tomorrow?
There is a narrow path – that’s the one I want to be on. It’s a tougher trail. Sadly, it is the road less traveled.
To travel this narrow path I have to stay within earshot of a still, small voice. I have to walk close enough to God to hear Him.
Now that’s a narrow path.
Stay the course
There are a lot of people following Helena’s recovery from the accident. And many of them are drawing close to God, close enough to talk, to ask for His mercy and healing for this dear daughter.
I don’t know where I’m headed. But I know from whence I’ve come. And looking back, ah that path is clear and I see God. I see His provision, His grace, His love, His care. And today, tomorrow, Thursday, I will draw close to thank Him for all He has done, for how far I have come.
Maybe I know as much as that horse after all. I do not know what lies ahead, but I guess I do know the Way. His name is Jesus. I must remember to stick close.
>I just read a book in which the hero had “psychic magnetism” that led him where he needed to be. This sounds pretty cool except that his gift was part of a bigger package that involved awesome responsibility and awareness of great sorrow. Sometimes it’s better not to know. Thank you Lord that you don’t give me a map or psychic magnetism. Trusting you is enough of a challenge and an adventure for me!