When I was in my 20s, my parents came to visit me in my new home of Seattle. I planned several activities for us. One of them was a hike.
When I was in my 20s, my parents were middle aged. At the time I had very little clue about what that meant for them physically. They had always been active, so I chose a hike with a great view at the end even though it was strenuous. I did not take into consideration their aging knees, their travel-weary feet, or their out-of-practice lungs.
My parents were good sports though and plodded up the mountain with me. I strode ahead of them chatting, oblivious to their out-of-breath silence. Every so often I would stop and turn around to wait for them impatiently. When they asked to stop for a break I consented, of course, but reluctantly. I was eager to show them the view at the top.
We did manage to make it to the top to enjoy the view. And I think they really did enjoy it too, but I’m not sure it was worth the misery I put them through getting there.
Now that I am middle aged, I realize how hard that hike must have been for them. I was a terrible guide.
Unlike me, Jesus is a great leader. A loving shepherd. He may be excited to show me a great view up ahead, but He knows how weak I am and takes that into consideration. He knows I need rest and comfort and nourishing peace, so He builds them in to His plan for me. He even goes beyond my needs and provides beauty and kindness and gentle guidance.
Jesus is a good guide. A trustworthy and generous leader. I can count on Him to guide me on a hike through this life that is manageable, beautiful, exciting, peaceful, and just right for me. And I look forward to the great view at the end.
Dear God,
Thank you for being the best guide through this life. If I follow you and listen to your wisdom, I can be assured of quiet waters and green pastures when I need them. Help me stay on your righteous path. Nudge me back to your beautiful way when I wander off course.
CamDevo 