My friend and fellow blogger Rachel recently wrote about her observations regarding Chaco sandals here, but I had never worn them…but this is not really about me wearing them…though I now have and I must admit they’re pretty amazing.
These sandals, like most sandals, lead to some odd-looking sunburns and tan lines when one spends a lot of time out in the summer sun.
I’ve never considered myself a very courageous man.
But I have had a few moments.
One day, almost twenty-six years ago, I somehow managed to summon the courage to ask out a girl that I was pretty sure was way out of my league. She was kind of quiet, so cute, and seemed to have a sly ornery smile. And I went for it.
Twenty-four years ago today, by what I can only say was God’s provision of a blinding love, she took a vow to go with me anywhere and everywhere. And what a journey it has been.
There are so many steps for which I would never have found the courage were it not for her faithful presence by my side, believing in me far more than I have ever believed in myself – even when I gave her every reason not to do so.
Sometimes I find myself unsure of how to proceed. And sometimes, when I find myself in such a spot, it seems I don’t even know what questions to ask.
Part of my problem is that I so often see a problem or a challenge or a situation and I spend a lot of energy, time, and thought trying to present a solution to God and ask His blessing upon it. And, in His grace and kindness, sometimes He even blesses that ridiculous notion – kind of like the little kid whose daddy lifted him high in the air thinks he really dunked the basketball.
But then there are times when it seems like every turn of the maze is a dead end.
Frustrated and exhausted and utterly discouraged, I finally stop and look up.
Some friends of mine and I are at one of those places. And, as God often does, it seems He has put a song in my heart and mind this morning. Would you take just a couple of minutes to consider this simple, beautiful, prayerful hymn?