Holding onto Jesus

I usually enjoy getting up early. And on Tuesdays I get up really early. Not so much because I want to, but because I enjoy the fellowship and message resulting in getting up at 4:30am to be at church by 6am for Bible study. However, even my roommates who are early risers are not up by then. So, I am quiet and don't usually turn many lights on for the sake of Melina, who leaves her door open. So where does that leave me? Stumbling, half awake, in the dark.

It gets particularly dangerous when I walk downstairs. I grab a hold of the railing, using it to guide me, and navigate each step with my toes, seeing where each one ends and the next one begins. After having done this week after week, I finally don't need my eyes to walk down the stairs anymore.

So, where's the disconnect in applying this concept to my life? I feel like I am stumbling around in the dark, not knowing which path to take, not even knowing what my options are. Why am I so consumed with needing to "see" where my life is going, as if that impacts if I will end up there or not. It's God's plan, God's path, not mine. My eyes can't see it anyway. So why do I feel as if they need to?

But Jesus offers me his hand, and tenderly guides me. He tells me when to step down, when to move, and warns me if I am about to fall. When I am holding his hand, trusting him, I have no need for my eyes. I just need to walk. And hold on tightly.

"If the Lord delights in a man's way, He makes his steps firm. 

Though he stumble, he will not fall, for the Lord upholds him with his hand,"

-Psalm 37:23-24