Far below me on the canyon floor–well, more specifically, one of the many levels of the canyon floor–a round, muddy, teal-blue pool caught the five tiny rays that reached down to it, winking and twinkling them back to the sun on its barely-stirred ripples. Ivory walls rose straight up from this pool, circling up and up with tiny ridges as though bored out by a giant drill bit.
If I had dared to look behind me I would have seen a gap in this pale, circular, bored-out wall–a fluid, graceful crack that extended down and down and around until it was a pencil line indicating the canyon’s mouth.
I kept my eyes locked straight ahead.
My knuckles rose white from the brown, wrinkled skin that clothed them, eight bumps all in a row, like tiny snow-covered peaks against a rough brown desert. I clung with both hands to the cable ladder. “Yes, Jesus. I trust you to protect me,” I whispered, then heaved myself and my wobbling pack up another rung.
The cable trembled. Water dripped from my clothes, making the metal rungs slippery. Now and again a blast of wind shivered down the canyon, making the hairs raise on my arms. I dislodged a small rock and it scudded straight down to the rock ledge forty feet below me, then down farther still to plunk into the deep teal pool.
Inside my mind, a steady voice cheered me on–was it mine, or the Holy Spirit’s, or both?
Big breath. Another step. Keep your heart strong.
Don’t allow yourself to think about falling.
Focus on what is true. Place your foot. Move your hands. Up you go-one step closer to the sky!
See, he has provided firm footing for you.
Yes, he will provide a firm place for your feet again.
Take another step.
It was scary, but again, your feet are firmly planted. Just like he promised!
One step at a time. It’s a little easier now. You can feel the wind growing stronger. You are almost on the next level of the canyon!
At last, I muscled my pack and body over the top of the ladder and stood upright on the solid ground. I gasped, stretched my twitching leg muscles, then laughed! We did it!
From this small ledge of rock, I now gazed down the canyon, far along the fluid, graceful crack that extended down and down and around until it was a pencil line indicating the canyon’s mouth. What a great view!
“You and I, Jesus. We have climbed all this! Time for a celebration!”
Facing north again, I see my next adventure, a narrow ledge jutting out from the cliff, offering just inches of trail above another long, narrow pool. At the end of the ledge, the blazes stagger straight up the cliff.
Time to kick it, mountain-goat style!
One step at a time. One adventure at a time. Keep following the blazed route.
Off we went.
An important lesson that I have learned while trekking over 200 miles of the Negev Desert, is that you will always be surprised by what is around the next bend. Study the route, the map and the elevation profile as you will, you will still be surprised.
A flat, easy day of road walking may turn into twelve hours of slow mud-slogging, kicking inches of clay off your boots just to gain three more inches of clay the next minute.
A quick downhill jog may become a cautious crab-crawl down a 40% grade, as you brace your trekking poles among rolling pebbles, trying not to start a rock slide.
You may need to swim through water of unknown depths.
I’ve learned, no matter how surprising the trail is, I still prefer to follow the blazes. During over two hundred miles of adventurous travel, we saw only one injured hiker-someone who had chose their own path. “It looked like a better way, but it was treacherous. Very scary,” said the wounded one. Blood oozed from a battered knee, and caked darkly in the creases.
Do not leave the blazed route, even if you cannot see your next step.
Ask for direction, then walk. You’ll hear the same steady voice.
See, there is a foothold here.
You cannot see the metal rungs as you lower yourself straight off the lip of the crater, but, yes, good, your feet have just found them.
Yes, here is the next toehold.
Walking in heaven-destiny is very like walking an adventurous trail. It’s scary and unpredictable. Thrilling. Sometimes there is deep pain. Sometimes there is incredible joy.
Sometimes you can see the way.
Often you see only a drop-off, and an arrow pointing straight down. Will you lower yourself into the unknown, and trust?
When you know you are where you are supposed to be, you can rest assured that right now, right this moment, there is a firm foothold for you to step on. Right now, you have what you need.
We were promised provision for now. For this step.
Right now, HE WILL PROVIDE.
Stay on the blazed route. It is narrow, and scary, but it is maintained by the Creator himself! The blazed route leads higher, to some great views!
Ask, then move.
Boldly move. One step at a time.
Here is actual footage of me tottering, praying and laughing my way along part of the trail. What could you accomplish if your greatest fear was gone? Comment below!
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