Why must we always put our feet where we know there is a problem? I knew the carpet cleaner plug was on the stairs. I knew it. I intended to avoid it, but I stepped squarely on it with the big cleaner machine in my arms. Ohhhh, it could have been disaster! God protected me (and there is no hole in my wall).
I wonder how many times He protects me when my feet are pointed in the wrong direction? Sometimes I can hear the warnings, “don’t go there” or “don’t do this, it will hurt you”. Sometimes I heed the warnings and other times, sadly, I ignore them. And after the consequential pain, I face repentance from my actions.
When I look at the pit (funny how it never looks like it really is! I never see a pit, I see fun and games, or a sneaky way around something I don’t want to do, or a way to make myself look good, or…) and when my feet are poised on a dangerous path ahead, I know I should not go there. But I feel helpless to resist the pull of the sin. It’s only going to cause pain and separation from Him, or harm to someone else, but I hear the siren song. And as an old popular lyric once said, “my feet give in to go”.
Only God can rescue me. How grateful I am that my Father sees my footsteps before I do. He is patient and kind. He waits until my sin punches me around the ring until I finally get wise enough to climb out of the ring. Then He throws His Banner of Love over me. I come to my senses, pull that banner close about me and snuggle in.
He has promised that He will not let any who belong to Him be snatched from out of His hand. Even when we’ve blown it. He is still there, holding His Banner of Love over us.
Such mercy. Such grace. Undeserved, yet freely given.
Praise Him.
“Fix your eyes on things above and He will see you through…” Col 3:1-4.
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