Walking

Six years ago, God gave me a theme. A mission. A message.

Here it is: hope. This is the purpose of my life, the song of my heart.

A few weeks ago I saw an image in my mind to describe what is happening in my life. I was walking down a wooded path, and lining the way there were crowds of people grasping at me, trying to hurt me. They shouted and threw things at me. But every stone or insult they threw missed me because there was a barrier surrounding me. They couldn't see it but I could feel it, and see it. It was like a light in the valley of the shadow of death--I shone, and could not be touched. They weren't aware of my protection, and so they kept trying to hit me, but I knew that all I had to do was keep walking the path with my eyes fixed ahead, and no harm would come to me.

I have such joy, and such assurance of my future. "Be strong and take heart, all you who hope in the Lord." I know this to be true: hope in him does not disappoint.