I was surrounded by nothing. Nothing but the sparkling, black sand that slipped underneath my feet as I trudged along the ups and downs, of dunes. I could feel my heart rate pumping and the backs of my legs starting to burn. I didn’t know if I could do it. Maybe I should stop. Maybe I shouldn’t even try. “Hold my hand” He said. I didn’t think we were going to make it out of this vast expanse of nothingness. As beautiful as it was, surely there was more to this journey than just the big, blue sky and the sand that surrounded me. But I wasn’t alone. Someone was trudging through it with me. Someone was holding my hand and leading me on. Someone was determined to get me to the end of my journey, having helped me all the way through. I can do this, but not on my own.
In the distance I could see, a blue mirror. It glistened like an illusion. It was only when I got closer, did I see a blanket of blue water, enclosed by soft– feathery greenery that swayed to and fro in the breeze. The water rippled with its ridges and troughs, lined with a golden sparkle that made it seem all the more magical. The almost deafening sound of crickets chirping, filled the still, quiet atmosphere. He turned around and said “Isn’t this beautiful? I told you, you could do it.” Indeed I had, but this wasn’t the end.
Soon the lushness and the breeze disappeared and I walked along a narrow road. Sticks and stones crunched underneath my feet as I walked surrounded by naked trees that stood like army soldiers. Life was barely clinging on. Why would He have lead me here? Are we going the wrong way? Surely this isn’t the end? How do we get out of here? I don’t like it. The sun beat down hard on my back, sweat streamed down my face and the heaviness inside me began to weigh me down. “If you stick it through, we will get to a place you’ve never imagined”. If I had trusted Him this far and He had been faithful, I knew I could trust Him for a little while more. Besides only He knew the way out. Keep fighting.
Little did I know, but only a short distance away was a sight I will never forget in my life. If I had stopped or given up, I never would have reached it. It was like something out of a fairy-tale or a fantasy or a dream. A wall of descending grey stone, was built into the depths of the mountain, surrounded by tropical paradise. Grass almost fluorescent in shades, lit up the entire space. Water streamed down the stone, not too much and not too little, into a rocky pool. I gazed for a moment. Taking it all in. Walking right up into the falls, I put my feet into its numbing chillness. The heat couldn’t touch me here, as I was abiding in the shadow of the trees that shaded me from it’s harshness. I can do it now I thought. I went off on my own walking down from the ridges, but or a moment my feet slipped and I thought I was going to fall. But of nowhere, big, strong hands grabbed my waist, just in time. “I’m still here, I’m right behind you”. The hand that held me thus far, still firmly grasped my hand. I firmly grasped it back, I never wanted to let go, again.
Throughout this entire journey there was someone to guide me. Someone to hold me and make me feel as thought I could do this, even if I felt like I surely couldn’t. There was someone to crouch down with me in my moments of pain, and to walk beside me in moments of bliss. To be there every step of the way no matter what, holding my hand through the dry seasons and the full seasons. Even in the times when I walk off,in my own strength, He is following closely behind to catch me when I fall. I know that through every up and down of my life I can trust in Him, because He has led me thus far. I can do this, but not by myself. With Him.