Our path may seem uncertain, challenging and even impassable, yet there is no where our way can take us that our Shepherd has not gone before, no eventuality He has not provided for, no difficulty that is not paved with His grace.
This is no virgin soil we tread upon; Christ, our forerunner, has traversed this sod.
He fashioned all our days, laid all the track, when as yet not one step had been taken, not a single moment had been lived...
He knows our path like the back of His nail-scarred hand; He's walked every inch, negotiated every turn, navigated every difficulty, climbed every high and trekked every low.
Ours is not some ambivalent Autocrat, standing aloof above the stuggle...
He who could've chosen the safe distance of detached Deity, chose instead intimate involvement in all our ways; He, who could've stood idly by, watching us manage this maze, instead inserted Himself into the milieu of man, and became a participant in our pilgrimage.
He is not only the Author of our journey, but its Finisher as well.
Our Creator offers Himself, not only as a compass, but as a confidant and a companion. We are not in this alone. He is our Way through this wilderness, His very footsteps are ours to follow.
He will make His footsteps our pathway