Thank you for answered prayers.
Today you moved mountains.
The mountains sometimes daunt me. There are moments that the bend in the road ahead causes me to pause.
Thank you tonight that you stay so far ahead of me.
And you reach around and grab my head and pull me along with you.
I am slow, Lord. I stumble over my own feet.
You tell me through Isaiah to watch the signs and to take note of the road I am on, but I forget; I get distracted. Suddenly I look up and I have missed a turn somewhere. One turn becomes two. And I keep trying to make rights to get back to where I started.
Don’t let me go. Don’t let go of my hand.
I can’t navigate this road by myself. I don’t read maps very well.
But you are faithful.
And I am trusting in your faithfulness to get me home.