“Stop, Mommy! You’re walking too fast. It’s too far. My legs hurt!”
We’ve only walked a half mile along this lake path. The sun reflects hot off the lake. I’m already sweating. I hear a seagull somewhere in the distance.
And there’s my daughter keeping pace behind me in her jean shorts cut offs and sparkly sneakers, her blond hair blowing in the warm breeze. My son, he’s running up ahead, like there’s nothing stopping him, not a care in the world.
She sits down on the grass and says she needs a break.
“I told you not to run backwards for so long. It makes you more tired than walking,” I tell her.
“I know, it’s just that it seems so far when I can see the end of the lake from here,” she says with a hint of defeat in her voice. On the lake path, we can see all the way to the end of the lake from our door.
We still have another half mile to walk. It’s not far for me with the baby jogger, but to her little legs, it must feel like a marathon.
Just yesterday, we walked the same distance down the sidewalk instead of the lake path. The urban landscape blocks the view. You can only see the block in front of you. For some reason, block by block seems a little more manageable to her than starting with the end of the lake in sight.
And sometimes when we’re in that in between season of life, when we’re not quite where we want to be, when we’re plodding along wishing we could see the end, longing for a glimpse of the final destination, wondering what the future might look like, we just need to keep walking.
One foot in front of the other.
One step at a time.
When all we can see is the space right in front of us, we just keep moving forward. He’s hallowed out this place for us so we can trust Him. Just one step at a time.
We reach the end of the lake. My kids are a little worn out.
I decide to walk home on the sidewalk.
The urban blocks drown out the distance. No one complains when all we can see is the block in front of us.
And sometimes we wish we could see the end destination, but in His grace He just tells us to take the step in front of us. He gives us one step, maybe one block of ground to take when we want the mile.
He says, “Trust me.”
He sees the end from the beginning. He knows where we’re headed, and He just believes that’s enough for us.
And it is.
He’s got it covered. He is the Beginning and the End. He’s completing what He started in you and me.
And it will be wonderful.
One step at a time.
“I am the Alpha and the Omega, the first and the last, the beginning and the end.” (Rev. 22:13)
“…being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus.” (Phil 1:6)
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