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God gave me Feet

Today is Sunday. I LOVE Sundays. On Sundays I get to spend the whole day in fellowship with other believers as we worship our gracious God and Saviour. God's command to worship Him on Sundays is not generally difficult for me.

But some of His commands are difficult. 

Like having a quiet and gentle spirit. 

In the craziness of everyday life between work, house chores, music teaching, laundry, dinner making, talking to my neighbours, church involvement, emails, keeping up with family and friends, and unexpected trouble (like the battery dying on my car) how am I supposed to have a quiet and gentle spirit? When the world around me is filled with noise and chaos how can my heart be still? 

But then I remember the Israelites. No, I don't think of them as an example of being quiet and gentle. Hold on, I'll explain. When God told them to leave Egypt I'm sure some of them thought "how are we going to get to the Promised Land? That's really far and we've got animals and kids and elderly people AND it's through the desert." But what did God give them so they could make it? He not only gave them the pillar of fire to guide their way…He also gave them feet. 

Feet. 



How were they going to get to Canaan? By walking. God's angel was with them but they were getting there by putting one foot in front of the other.  

So that makes me ask; what kind of feet has God given me? I know that He is with me, not because of a pillar of fire but because His Spirit lives inside of me. However, He not only gives me His Spirit…He also tells me to walk. 

Walking is a choice. The Israelites would have never gotten to Canaan if they had stayed where they were. I think that's obvious. But sometimes we think we can get closer to God by being the same as we've always been. Not only did the Israelites have to walk, they had to walk through the desert. So the path God requires of us will probably not be for the lazy or faint of heart.  

Walking as God calls me to walk means I can't be selfish with my time. I want to sleep in…but getting up early to spend time sitting at Jesus feet with His Word before me and a prayerful heart, meditating on what He is saying is to walk. Listening to music that moves my heart to worship rather than music that gratifies my flesh is to walk. To be still in God's presence and to wait on Him is to walk. Reading books that make me think and grow is to walk. Helping others who are in need and living in community with my church family, worshiping with them is to walk.

The journey to the Promised Land is through a desert filled with sin and sorrow. God gives us His Spirit and tells us to walk...but don't worry, just like the Israelites, our shoes won't wear out till be get to our destination.  

God is faithful. 


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