By Faith

This post is for my Mom and Pop, who are about to embark on the ride of their lives! There is nothing better than being right in the center of His will, even when it hurts and is uncomfortable.

One of my favorite devotional books is Streams in the Desert by L.B. Cowman.


April 16

By faith Abraham, when called to go to a place he would later receive as his inheritance, obeyed and went, even though he did not know where he was going. (Hebrew 11:8)

Abraham "did not know where he was going"---it simply was enough for him to know he went with God. He did not lean as much on the promises as he did on the Promiser. And he did not look at the difficulties of his circumstances but looked to His King-the eternal, limitless, invisible, wise and only God-who had reached down from His throne to direct his path and who would certainly prove Himself.
O glorious faith! Your works and possibilities are these: contentment to set sail with the orders still sealed, due to unwavering confidernce in the wisdom of the lord High Admiral; and a willingness to get up, leave everyting, and follow Christ, because of the joyful assurance that earth's best does not compare with heaven's least. (F.B. Meyer)

In no way is it enough to set out cheerfully with God on any venture of faith. You must also be willing to take you ideas of what the journey will be like and tear them into tiny pieces, for nothing on the itinerary will happen as you expect.

Your Guide will not keep to any beaten path. He will lead you through ways you would never have dreamed your eyes would see. He knows not fear, and He expects you to fear nothing while he is with you.

The day had gone; alone and weak
I groped my way within a bleak
And sunless land.
The path that led into the light
I could not find! In that dark night
God took my hand.
He led me that I might not stray
And brought me by a safe, new way
I had not known.
By waters still, through pastures green
I followed Him-the path was clean
of briar and stone.
The heavy darkness lost its strength,
My waiting eyes beheld at length
The streaking dawn.
On, safely on, through sunrise glow
I walked, my hand in His, and lo
The night had gone.
Annie Porter Johnson