Recently we had several rainy and cold, dreary spring days amongst the warm lovely ones. When the rain finally subsided one evening, I asked my husband to go on a walk. We tend to do that, take evening walks around our little farm and check out how everything is progressing. It’s a good time for connecting, making sure we are on the same page and creating a verbal and mental to-do list for our berry farm.
As we slid on rubber boots to wade through puddles, our daughter bounded out the door to join us. She was all kinds of wound up, so our walk was not nearly as quiet and relaxing, but we thoroughly enjoyed her company and the visual lesson she provided on the way.
We finished walking through the berries and proceeded to see if the bees were out working, checking on the three hives and 2 newly homed swarm boxes. The grass in our pastures was well over knee high on me, and thigh high on my daughter. As we waded through the grass to the back bee colony, we decided to cross the hot wire to a path where my husband and I knew the grass wouldn’t be quite so tall and walking would be a bit easier. You see, we knew there was an old gravel road beneath the lush clover and slightly shorter fescue. It was solid ground compared to the mushy, surrounding rain soaked soil. We knew where the two tire worn and gravel filled trails would be, now overgrown and unrecognizable to the untrained eye.
Our daughter was hesitant. She kept asking “Are you sure there is a path here?” “Yes!” we replied. Finally, I asked if she could tell the difference beneath her feet that she was now walking on solid ground. And with a smile, she said yes.
Hebrews 11:1 tells us “Now faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen.” I’ve begun to grasp what faith is. Faith is when you act on your belief. I’ve always known that faith was an action word, but now I learning how important and impactful that action is.
My daughter trusted that the old gravel road was there, even though she could not see it. She kept putting one foot in front of the other, trusting that it was a solid place to freely walk. Trusting what she had been told to be true. Trusting that it was good. Trusting that my husband and I would not lead her to places she should not go, because she knows us. She knows our voice and she knows our character.
How much more than should we be able to trust and listen to the voice of our heavenly Father? First, we must learn who he is. His good and loving character. And then, we can step out in faith and trust what we believe. I believe that God asks us to seek who He is, and to know His character and his voice. We all want to be known and heard. We are created in His image, and I think God desires to be known and heard just like we do. He wants to be known by his children, like I want to be known by my own children.
“The sheep hear his voice, and he calls his own sheep by name and leads them out.” The Lord knows our name, he calls us out and leads us. Sometimes it feels like I’m walking on solid ground, and others it feels like I’m sinking in quick sand. But I know that the Shepard is good and trust worthy.
After a few hesitant yards my daughter was proudly walking that road, singing and stomping. She was having fun. Oh, to walk in faith down roads we can not see. Covered in grass, so that in faith we must focus on putting one foot in front of the other and singing praises of thankfulness along the way.