This month has been a delightful whirlwind of travel – so much travel that there were mornings when, as I woke up, I had to stop and think a moment: “Which city is this? Which day is this?” This is an expression of joy and gratitude, not a complaint. The combination of wonderful vacation and successful business trips has all been a blessing, even though it comes with jet lag and confusion.
And the greatest blessing of all has been realizing that wherever I am on any given day, I am in my Father’s world. I am in my Father’s hands. I may hesitate about my exact location or the date or the agenda for the day, but He never hesitates: He knows where I am and where He wants me to be. There may be challenges, there may be joys, and there will usually be a combination of the two, but He is beside me. My pace may slow, but He is patient. My will may falter, but His is omnipotent. He walks with me every step of the way. He walks me back from sin and toward glory.
In our day-to-day routine, it’s easy to follow set paths and forget who carved them out for us. It’s even easy to be distracted from the path and wander off. But as long as we remember that we are His children and we look to Him for direction, we cannot be lost. As long as our hearts are open, as long as our hand is in His, we are redeemed. We have purpose and direction. We have a place.
Let us celebrate the place our Father has given us, a place of honor secured by His Son, a place that is ours for eternity. Let us honor that place by seeking His guidance, and working with Him and for Him. Let us walk beside Him proudly, helping others to see the beauty and power of being His child.
“This is my Father’s world.
I walk a desert lone.
In a bush ablaze to my wondering gaze
God makes His glory known.
This is my Father’s world, a wanderer I may roam
Whate’er my lot, it matters not,
My heart is still at home.”
Maltbie Babcock, 1901