My Stones
Sometimes the hardest thing about difficult circumstances is bringing your children through them. I have looked down at them in the steep places of our journey and wondered if they would make it. If the first blossoms of their faith could thrive in a place like this. If they would give up any pursuit of a God that would lead us through this.
But I have come to realize that there is such purpose in their little steps through there. There is a reason I am not alone on this path. This is an opportunity for me to direct them toward the faithfulness of our God. It is a time for me to set up stones in the deepest water, even as we are standing in the rushing current, in testimony to His presence there. It is my honor to pray with them and to guide their hearts in the direction of hope and trust. And on the other side, as we talk about what we have journeyed through, it is my priviledge to point out those stones of memorial, and to remind them that the One we could not see was nevertheless at work. That they may begin to "know that the LORD's hand is mighty, and so that you may always fear the LORD your God." (v. 24)
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