Friday, June 14, 2013

Walking In the Mist


I lay in bed, sunlight peeking around the edges of the closed blinds, and whispered, “Lord, I just can’t face another day of the same old thing.” There was a weariness I could feel right down to the marrow of my bones.
Facing the inevitable, I sat up in bed, slid my feet into my worn slippers and stepped into the familiar routine. I made my way to my little armchair by the window, tucked my feet under me and picked up my devotional – “Hinds Feet On High Places.” I could lose myself for a time in Much-Afraid’s story.
When last I saw her, she had just weathered a terrible storm on her journey to the High Places.The storm was fierce and terrifying – lasting for many days. Much Afraid had come through with her faith intact and feeling much stronger. She continued her journey with her faithful companions Suffering and Sorrow. Before they had gone very far along the path they found themselves enveloped in a thick mist that blotted out everything around them. It never varied from one day to the next: .....

I am over at Laced With Grace today. You'll find the rest of this devotional there. I would be honored if you would join me.