The Straight and Narrow Road

Today was… rough. I went to bed last night knowing exactly how my schedule would go, when and where I needed to be, what I needed to do. I had it all figured out. Or so I thought. That’s when my world started to cave in; everything went wrong. And in the midst of all the chaos and the troubles that seemed to bury me in a pile of bricks, I heard that still small voice. Beloved, trust in me. Familiarity, beauty, grace. That’s what He offers me every time. I seem to so easily forget that even when I think I have everything figured out, I need Him to hold me together when the inevitable and erratic turns my clouds to gray. Once again, I was brought to my knees in humble adoration. Nothing will ever be constant, things will always change. But the love of the Father who adores His daughter, will always remain the same.

                The thoughts creep into my mind on a daily basis. Who will I be, what will I do, where will I go? Who will I marry? Will my children be happy? How will I pay this off? Will I pass this exam? The minor issues all the way to the life changing questions and everything far and in between; the enemy seeks to steal our minds and capture our hearts. He comes to steal, kill, and destroy. And there are many times when he believes he has won.

                He will never win, for Christ has already overcome the world. But I refuse to even allow him to believe he was ever close to having the victory over my heart.

                To wrap this all up into one concluding thought, I want you to understand that even though I was able to get up physically after being brought to my knees earlier today, I have been and continue to remain spiritually before the throne, on my knees, in a state of surrender. When I made the decision to travel the straight and narrow road, I had no idea that the road would literally become narrower and narrower as I kept walking. But I also did not realize that the road would become brighter, and that the face of the Savior would be more and more present everywhere I turned. In this world, we will have tribulation. We will be brought to our knees time and time again, only to be strengthened even more for what lies up ahead. The word brings us back to this truth. There has not been a point lately that I’ve been able to fully recover. And I don’t believe I ever will, especially if I tried to do it on my own. But the beauty lies in His power when we realize we are not in control, but it is Him in us that guides our every move. I wait on Him, kneeling down at His feet; broken and redeemed. I could stay on my knees forever knowing that I can rest, and He will move through me.