“I waited patiently for the Lord; and he inclined unto me, and heard my cry. He brought me up also out of a horrible pit, out of the miry clay and set my feet upon a rock, and established my goings.” Psalm 40:1-2
I saw the poster the first time we visited the local cancer treatment center. The picture showed an attractive, aging woman stepping confidently from stone to stone on a path that crossed an expanse of sand. The caption read, “Every journey begins with the first step.” Another part of the poster showed where the woman had chosen to walk on one of several bisecting stone paths. “Every journey offers different paths,” it further stated.
The picture stuck with me and some time later I dreamed I was trying to walk on just such a path. The only trouble was I was carrying a heavy load of something, and could scarcely see where I was going. (If it was laundry in the basket, it certainly was heavy.) With each step I faltered while my toes searched for the next stone without the aid of my eyes. I awoke perspired and weary. Yet in the stillness of the night, God showed me through that dream how I was feeling overwhelmed. True, we were on a journey with my husband’s cancer. We’d chosen the path of chemotherapy and it was serving us well. After only one treatment his back pain was completely gone. After half the treatments the cancerous masses had shrunk 50-60% in size. But the journey was difficult and it was hard for me to see. Stepping from stone to stone was not nearly as easy as it had looked on the poster.
I waited patiently for the Lord. I cried out to Him.
Imagine my relief when, shortly after the troubling dream, I read the verses above. I felt the weight lighten as I gazed on my Lord. He inclined unto me. He heard my cry. He set my feet upon a rock and established my goings.
By His grace, my feet kept on stepping.