The door is still open. I really have no choice but to walk through it, although I have no idea what is waiting on the other side. Maybe Ruth felt this way. Or Esther. Or Jacob. Or Daniel. When God so obviously clears the path before your feet, you can either move forward or not. Fear and trembling walk with you as you step into the bright light of His way, but that light sometimes obscures what’s ahead in the distance.
Can I trust Him? My experiences of the past scream yes. That niggling little voice says I’m not sure.
Yet that is the definition of faith.
“Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see.” Hebrews 11:1
I hope for His glory to be shown in my life. I can say with surety that He desires that, too. And although I cannot see the way, I am certain of His goodness and His amazing love.
So I’m stepping forward by faith. Trusting the Lord to do what He wants to do, not expecting it to necessarily look anything like what I envision. I know it is the thing to do. But faith is never quite easy. If it were, it wouldn’t be faith!
Ever read "Mere Christianity" by C.S. Lewis? What you said about having been shown a door and you have to walk through it is straight from that book. Check it out, it's well worth it.
(I was just skimming blogs and saw yours)
Wow! Thanks! I read it years ago. Maybe I need to pull it off the shelf and read it again!