God Guides The Weary
You call me by name and tell me I have found favor with you. Please, if this is really so, show me your intentions so I will understand you more fully and do exactly what you want me to do. -- Exodus 33:12b-13a (NLT)
I want a map with complete directions. You know. Like one of those programs that tell you which road to take, each turn to make, how long between turns, and exactly what time you will arrive.
I know I’m not Moses. Not by a long shot. Still, God is my Father, my Abba, my Everything. And He loves me. Sometimes I think He’s the only one who does, but that’s another issue for another day. I want to follow Him. He knows which way to go. But sometimes I get so confused and turned around. I can’t see the way. I don’t know where He is.
It’s scary. I look around me and feel the weight of others’ needs and expectations closing in. I panic. My hand reaches toward God again and again but I can’t find Him anywhere in this darkness that is closing in. I know I’ll never make it on my own.
I’ve heard all the excuses. Satan is toying with me. I’ve lost my focus. It’s just a rough patch. Yeah, I’ve heard it all. But none of it makes the darkness any less scary. I know I can’t keep this up. Sooner or later I’ll hit a brick wall and, finally, I’ll be done.
I cry out, begging Him to come get me. Right where I am. Show me the map. Give me directions. Take my hand and lead me to where I’m supposed to go. I’m lost and alone.
I don’t know why I’m on this path. I don’t understand at all. But I believe I’m on this particular road for a reason. God, show me your intentions. Make me understand why I am here and where I belong.
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