Listening for the Father

One summer night we were riding our horses back from a local horse show. It was about three miles home, and the only light was from the stars and just a sliver of moonlight. As long as I could see my Dad's horse ahead I was fine. But occasionally I would lose sight of him in the poor visiblity and get frightened. I knew my sisters were behind me, so I would call over my shoulder to them and reassure myself. I would pull the leather reins to my chest and slow to a walk -- listening for the sound of my daddy's Saddlehorse on the pavement. Then I would call out to him, "Dadddddy...wait." A second would pass and I would hear, "Come on, y'all. Keep up." Just knowing that he was going before me wasn't enough. I had to hear his voice.

As Christians, we know that, as the song says, God walks the dark hills to guide our footsteps. But just knowing that is not enough to keep us on the right track. We need to hear His voice daily. If we have to slow down to hear it, then so be it. But once we've done that and have gotten our bearings, He expects us to forge ahead full speed on course. God has a plan for us, and He wants us to get with the program and keep up. Sometimes He may lead us down a dark path --where the visibility is poor. Sometimes it might frighten us to follow. But He knows the way. He will never lead us away from our heavenly goal. We have to have childlike trust. We have to hear His voice and follow it. And always know that someone is following you...watching you...to see how you will respond to the challenges you've been given.

'Til tomorrow friends-- Happy Trails.
Listening for the Father
Riding Lesson