Wednesday, September 03, 2008

Journey with the Father

I'm on a journey; the Lord decides when I move forward or wait. I must play close attention to Him so that I can move when He does. In the midst of this journey I will face times of decisions and daily tasks. I will also face battles that need to be fought but I will also have times of celebration and worship. The journey I am on is all planned out by God my Father. He has promised good things and that He would guide me every step of the way.

As a child my experiences of the outside world were limited by own inabilities to drive and lack of knowledge of what was out their to see and do. Yet I did experience a lot because I had a father who would invite me often to go with him. I can't count the many times I witnessed my strong and smart Daddy rescuing others from slippery pits with his own chains in the ice storms of Dallas. He has taken me to the top of Pike Peak that awakened my desire for mountain tops. We fed wild deer together. I remember fondly all the camping trips he took me on. He taught me to swim, make fires and how to make the best smores. He also taught me not to be afraid to get out of my comfort zone. we were out on our boat and all the adults were trying their hand at skiing. It looked really fun to me so I told my dad that I wanted to do that some day. I was about 7 at the time. He responded with sure you can do that and right then and there he picked me up and threw me in the water with the skis quickly following. With my dad's coaching I was up on my very first try.

Yes, with out my Daddy I would have missed the great journey of my life. I could have said, no, I'll just stay right here, you go ahead with out me. I'm reminded of Henry Blackaby's line in Experiencing God, "You can't stay where you are and go with God.' I want to journey with God my Father. I don't want to miss anything. As He stoops down to invite me to come and go with Him, I will reach up and take hold for the ride of my life.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I am so glad to see you writing again. I miss you so much. Just last night I realized that the last verse in Hosea was me in a nutshell. "Rebellious." Love you. Donna