During a recent trip, I had the misfortune of arriving at the airport at the exact time that the local cruise ships’ buses were unloading all of their passengers to embark on their journey home. The airport was crazy busy with people everywhere so I chose to sit for awhile in hopes that it would soon settle down.
There was one sight that caught my attention. There was a small boy about the age of 6 walking with his dad. His father had his hand resting on the young boy’s shoulder gently guiding him through the sea of people. But this little boy was not content with his father’s direction. “I want to do it myself, dad.” He would try to escape his father’s gentle touch to race ahead saying, “I want to go this way, dad!”
Over and over, dad would respond kindly with, “It’s okay son, I see where we’re going, we’ll get there don’t worry, don’t rush.” It struck me in that moment, how much I was like that little boy. How often had I said to my heavenly Father, “Stop, I want to go this way, I want to go that way.” Or the countless number of times I’ve tried to run ahead of Him. In each of those times, I had forgotten that my Father sees above the busyness, above the chaos. He knows where I’m going and He knows the best way for me to get there. Sometimes, I just need to be patient and allow His gentle hand to direct my steps.
Church, may we be encouraged this week as we hold tight to the truth that our Heavenly Father is guiding and ordering our steps as we strive to fulfill the calling He has placed on our lives.