I am not sure how long I had been on the old and dried dirt path. My feet and legs were growing tired and the sun was beating down on that red, Virginian clay with no mercy. My sandaled feet were ever so tired, I was parched from the dust and the relentless heat, and it was taking so very long to get home. I prayed, “Lord, how much longer do we have to go on this old and dusty path?” All I could hear were the Locust singing and announcing that Winter was to be very long and cold…or at least that was the talk of the old folk at the end of each hot summer.
We don’t always start out on an old path, now do we? No, we start out welcoming the Springs and Summers of our life. We are vibrant and have endless amounts of energy and good health to use said energy. Working hard and playing even harder is what fills our days. We don’t grow tired of such a life…when we are young.
At the right and appointed time, we marry and have children. The path is still lined with green shade trees and we don’t mind so much the heat of the day or the bit of sweat that has beaded up on the bridge of our noses. We work even harder and then on the weekends, we gather with family and friends on the banks of a cool lake or river and enjoy the laughter all around of our families. Life really couldn’t get any better than this…or worse. And, as the path weaves along, we add the wedding of our children and the birth of our grandchildren…no, the path, and the journey have all been relatively easy.
But, that path does become dusty — the earth becomes cracked and those crevices swallow up parents and friends and some times our life partner. Now we are walking it alone and we are tired and we are worn and our health is declining so rapidly. “Lord, how much longer?” He whispers a response to my soul, “A bit farther child…a bit more.” “Oh, Father, I can’t walk anymore — my feet hurt and I am thirsty — I want to rest now.”
And He has said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for power is perfected in weakness.” Most gladly, therefore, I will rather boast about my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may dwell in me. 2 Corinthians 12:9
I don’t know how much farther I have to go, but I know that He is with me and His grace is sufficient for my every need. So, I continue walking and as I do, the Locusts are singing loudly of the coming Winter and I know the journey is coming to an end and I’ll be finally Home.
“But He knows the way I take; When He has tried me, I shall come forth as gold. “My foot has held fast to His path; I have kept His way and not turned aside. Job 23:10-11