You crawled when the pain drilled into your heart. Rocks bit into your knees and tore through your skin.
But you stretched out a hand, feeling the grit of the path scrape your palms.
You reached out anyway.
Then a day came when you planted your feet and stood. When I whispered, “Can you take one tiny step?” you spread your arms wide to steady your balance and inched forward.
Now you walk. Your knees still ache and your hands remain bruised.
Look where you have come. You have climbed rugged rocks and towering boulders.
Microscopic steps have lengthened into strides.
New life whispers. Do you see the glimpses of new direction ahead? Of hope?
I walk with you, as I have every inch of the way. I’ve never left you. My love surrounds you like a warm pool, washing your torn knees and aching palms.
You move with faltering progress now, my love, but one day you will dance with me. We will spin and twirl, celebrating new life.
Keep walking, my love.
For who is God except the Lord?
Who but our God is a solid rock?
God arms me with strength,
and he makes my way perfect.
He makes me as surefooted as a deer,
enabling me to stand on mountain heights.Psalm 18:31-33
