“It may be miles before the journey’s clear. But the very hand that shields your eyes from understanding is the Hand that will be holding yours for miles. “ Nichole Nordeman
Our book club is reading Wild by Cheryl Strayer. It’s about a young woman’s journey on the Pacific Crest trail…an eleven hundred mile journey, alone. Alone as in all by herself. No fellow traveler visible.
Years ago I read Hinds Feet on High Places, by Hannah Hunard. Her journey to the High Places required solitude as well, but she was accompanied by two shadowy companions, Sorrow and Suffering.
Wow. No thank you.
“It may be miles before the journey’s clear. But the very hand that shields your eyes from understanding is the Hand that will be holding yours for miles. “
There is zero opportunity to flex the muscles of my faith unless I have circumstances that require faith.
Faith in a God who sees my future . Faith that there is purpose to pain. Faith that an unseen Hand is holding mine. Faith that God is big enough to also be holding the hands of those I love.
Once again, I will yield. Past experiences point with certainty to God’s provision ahead.
Even if sorrow and suffering are the shadowy figures next to me to guide me to the highest place.