Bobby and I went for a jog together the other day, and for the last half-mile, I tucked my hand on the side of his arm and closed my eyes. I did not open them until we reached our garage. 

I learned a couple really valuable lessons on this little adventure. One: Even with my eyes closed, I had an almost subconscious desire to ‘follow my own way’. As I subtly veered in the direction I thought was straight, I laughed to myself that I should probably simply trust the one that can see. Two: As we neared (or what I believed to be nearing) the turn up our driveway, I began to anticipate and prepare myself… who knows how long I prepared before arriving, but when we actually made the turn, I barely noticed. 

Here are my takeaways. God is the only one who can truly see; our blind endeavors are exactly that, blind endeavors. We are free to relax and rest our hand on the One who can see and enjoy the breeze on our face. Secondly, I’m tired of wasting my days anticipating the curve. Our Guide with perfect sight sees all time – there is no detail He will accidentally forget; I can trust Him even in the curve… so I will relax and keep my hand on the One who can see and enjoy the breeze on my face. 

“The bliss of the animals lies in this, that, on their lower level, they shadow the bliss of those – few at any moment on the earth – who do not ‘look before and after, and pine for what is not’ but live in the holy carelessness of the eternal now.”  -George MacDonald

“Vain were the fancy, by treatise, or sermon, or poem, or tale, to persuade a man to forget himself. He cannot if he would. Sooner will he forget the presence of a raging tooth. There is no forgetting of ourselves but in the finding of our deeper, our true self – God’s idea of us when He devised us – the Christ in us. Nothing but that self can displace the false, greedy, whining self, of which most of us are so fond and proud. And that self no man can find for himself… ‘but as many received Him, to them gave He power to come the sons of God.’.” -George MacDonald

“The old life is a grass life, its beauty short-lived as wildflowers; Grass dries up, flowers droop, God’s Word goes on and on forever.” -1 Peter 1:23

Hang on to the Eternal; He’ll take you around this next curve – and He’s the only One who can. Amen.

Pic: Walter the Whale by C.Bear.