I work with a student who is blind. She has no vision whatsoever. I lead her around all day, being her eyes for the most part unless we’re in an environment she’s more familiar with.
Sometimes I take her into the gym when there is no one in there. I let her just walk-without her cane and without me next to her.
She’ll walk several steps, and then she’ll stop and say: “Where’d you go?”
I’ll answer her, “I’m here, just keep going straight.”
She’ll walk a little farther, and then if she can’t hear me again or doesn’t sense me around, she’ll stop and ask: “Where’d you go?” to which I’ll answer, “I’m here, stay straight a few more steps, then turn left.” This goes on for a little while.
One day it dawned on me…THAT’S what I want my walk to look like. The second that I don’t sense His presence, the second I think I might be going the wrong direction, may I just STOP, and ask Him: “Where’d You go?” And then not take another step, not a single move, until I hear Him say: “This is the way, walk in it.”
How often have I just wandered around hoping He’d show up along the way? How often have I gotten tired of waiting or just neglected to wait at all? Our culture screams at us to keep moving, when our God is saying “Be still,” and “wait on the Lord.” We must be still, because sometimes God isn’t going to fight to be heard over the noise we allow to dominate our lives. He desires the stillness; He desires that intimacy of coming to us with the gentleness of a whisper. 1 Kings 19:11-13.
