We may occasionally get caught out in a bad storm but when we do, we all want the same thing. To be someplace safe. For me, I don’t think that’s ever been truer than it was one summer evening a few years ago. Running the short distance between our camper and our new home that was under construction, in a rain and wind that was so strong that I couldn’t see, sinking down into the mud to the point of losing both of my shoes, and hanging onto my youngest daughter’s shirt as tightly as I could because I felt certain that if I let go she would just blow away. The moment that we stepped into shelter, although we were shaken up, we knew that we were ok. God doesn’t promise that our path to Him will be easy. In fact, His word tells us that it is the narrow path. But it is the path that leads us to Him and His loving, safe, shelter. So when the path seems near impossible, and the wind is blowing us back, we are blinded by the rain, and we are having trouble finding our footing, we need to remember where we are trying to get to. A place where we will be safe and loved forever. And as we dig in and fight against all obstacles to get there, we need to grab ahold of as many people as we can and bring them with us.
“For the gate is narrow and the way is hard that leads to life, and those who find it are few.” Matthew 7:14 ESV
“Be merciful to me, O God, be merciful to me, for in you my soul takes refuge; in the shadow of your wings I will take refuge, till the storms of destruction pass by.”
Psalm 57:1 ESV