by Rhonda Shrock
Friends of ours, Bob and Tami, just returned from a walking tour of Israel. They, along with a group of Bethel college kids, got to see the Holy Land from a different perspective – on foot. It was, they said, life changing.
In recounting the highlights and what impacted them, one phrase that Bob used repeatedly was “feet for the path that I’m on.” The guide (their ‘rabbi’; they traveled as a tribe) led them through the desert one day so they could experience what the children of Israel did in their desert wanderings.
They climbed Mount Nebo and other mountains where Bible history occurred. They waded into the Red Sea with its fast-moving, treacherous current, clinging to one another. They pushed themselves to their physical and mental limits. They experienced the Bible firsthand and on the ground in a way that was very real and precious.
One thing their guide emphasized over and over those two weeks was that when you think the path is too hard and you need an easier one, what you should really pray for is feet for the path you’re on.
This phrase rings in my mind. Like a beacon of light, it cuts through the fog of complaining and self-pity and discouragement that I’ve been walking in.
Feet for the path I’m on.
If I believe that God assigns ”my portion and my cup (Ps. 16:5)”, and that “He knows the way I take (Job 23:10)”, then I can rest, knowing that this is the right path for now, and that He will unfailingly give me feet for the path that I’m on.
And how about you, my friend? How are your feet?
Rhonda Shrock is a very busy mother with a tribe of four braves and one chief. She works from home, doing medical transcription for physicians in another state. Her love of gourmet coffee sustains her through countless hours of typing. She is a voracious reader. Rhonda writes a weekly column for The Goshen News in which she offers readers a glimpse from behind her eyes of life with five men. Faithful followers have traversed the perils of the toothpaste aisle with her and have laughed through her take on the Olympics. Rhonda invites you to visit her blog: RESTLESS NATIVES