I remember a while ago writing a blog post about “the in-between”, where a lot of us in our early to mid 20s often find ourselves. It’s a place of uncertainty and a million roads to choose from, which can be exciting, but is also terrifying. I can’t say that I’m moving away from “the in-between”, but I do see my road more clearly now, for the simple reason that my eyes are on my God. So actually, let me rephrase that. I can’t see my road, but I can see the heels of His feet as He walks in front of me, and that’s all I really need. I become afraid when I look away from Him and try to forge my own road.
That’s not to say that His road is easy. Often it’s much more difficult, much more fraught with storms to weather and jagged peaks to climb and chasms to cross than the path I might have chosen. But it’s a path where you’re Alive and where you have His footprints ahead of you to guide you along the way.
And now I can look back over the last five years and recognize why He took me through all the things that He did. He was making me brave. Because the person I was five years ago, and three years ago, and even a year ago, was not suited for this road. This road is hectic. It’s Sam-and-Frodo-walking-to-Mount-Doom kind of hectic. But now I can, because He’s made me brave.
He’s made me brave.