walk on
Sometimes walking is hard.
And I prefer to wallow instead of walk. Wallowing is easier; it doesn’t really require effort from my end. I just float. But with each passing minute, I’m actually sinking deeper into the murkiness, making it that much harder to climb out of it.
It takes a conscious effort, a decision, to walk instead of wallow. To press on when I want to just sit. To move forward when all I want to do is keep things the way they are. To take another step when my foot feels too heavy to lift.
If I’m hoping in Him, I won’t grow tired in my walking. My endurance is fueled by my hope in Him. So when I am feeling walk-weary, I need to check my hope tank. When it’s running low, I need to remind myself: Put your hope in God.
I’m wrestling with that concept as I try to figure out what that really means. Telling myself to hope in God doesn’t seem sufficient to actually make it happen. It helps, and it serves as a challenging reminder. But that can’t be it.
How do I build up hope that’s diminished? I don’t have the answer. But I need to do what I know: Remind myself. Ask God for help to hope. Chew on passages that describe His character. Be strengthened through the encouragement of others. Take time for a selah.
When I hope in Him, I won’t be disappointed. And I can’t settle for wallowing. When I hope in Him, I can’t help but walk.
Put your hope in God and walk on. I’m right beside you.
“My endurance is fueled by my hope in Him.”
I had never heard it phrased that way before. It makes sense because hope is one of the three things that will endure forever (faith, hope and love).
wow. you so often seem to put into words what is happening in my heart as well. it does seem so much easier to not make the decision to walk on, and harder because it is defeat by giving up. but God is good (sounds like a Psalms!) love you.
Great post, as always. I heard something else, though. So I just prayed for strength and peace and rest to fill you and lift you up. Your walk is not all your own.
This struck something deep in me… and honestly, I can’t put words to it… but the tears welled up in my eyes give me knowing that I need to pause…chew… listen…
thanks friend… for sharing your heart. ILY
Thanks for walking with me…I always find it easier to walk when I am not alone…