It was Jesus who was standing on the road waiting for me.
It was Jesus who took hold of my hand when I finally stood up and left the stone column, the bridge, the moat and what was my old way of living ‘safe’ behind.
It was Jesus who held me as we stood on the road together.
I stood still on the road for a long while as I did not have the strength to begin. It was enough for me just to stand feeling so very vulnerable and wrestle with the reality that it was just me and Jesus now. No castle, no self-made protection mechanisms – just Jesus holding my hand, God of the universe, King of Kings, conquerer of the world.
I know it is silly to think that I would feel so unsure and vulnerable with Jesus. But I did not know him all that well then. Little did I realise what a journey this would be with Jesus. A journey where I discovered Jesus in a way I had never known before - my true shepherd, my kinsmen redeemer – one whose saves, directs and leads us back home to Father ‘Abba’ God.
The road before me was dirt. I could not make out where the road went to or if anyone as ahead.
I walked on this road for a long time. Just me and Jesus holding hands, sharing company.
I still lived my life. I still went to work. But every morning I got out of bed and consciously placed myself on the road once again.
SO many conversations, so many challenges.
For most of the time it was like walking in fog.
Please know my journey is not unique.
I am not special.
God calls each of us on a journey to really know him.
Leave your ‘safe’ life behind, take His hand and discover this God who loves you, pursues you.
Seek him with all your heart and you WILL find him.
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