Kate Motaung grew up on the shores of Lake Michigan before spending ten years in Cape Town, South Africa. She is married to a South African and together they have three children. Kate is the author of the e-book, Letters to Grief, hosts the Five Minute Friday blog link-up, and has contributed to several other online publications. She blogs at Heading Home and can be found on Twitter @k8motaung.
The morning air was still fresh and crisp as we plodded forward on our hike to the peak.
We had barely begun our ascent when my five-year-old arched his neck, pointed his chin to the sky and spotted the goal at hand.
“We’re almost there, Mom,” he concluded.
His first time ever walking this trail, he had no idea what lay ahead. He knew not of the steep incline, the massive boulders, the ladders, the narrow paths, the loose rocks.
He had his eye on the prize, and in his mind, we were almost there.
I admired his optimism.
In fact, it was far better that he didn’t know what was to come. I have often been grateful for my own naiveté as I’ve walked the path of life. Had I known what trials loomed in the distance, I may not have had the courage or the willpower to keep walking forward. But isn’t that what trusting God is all about? It’s relying on His grace to help us walk forward in faith, not knowing what is around the next bend, yet believing that it will get us closer to Him in the end. It’s about not depending on our motivation or strength, but resting wholly on Him to carry us each step of the way.
About halfway up, my talkative walking companion craned his neck again and eyed the summit.
“Mom,” he began, “when we get to the top, only heaven will be above us. And when we get to heaven, only God will be above us.”
You gotta love the reasoning of a five-year-old mind.
His train of thought caused my own thinking to veer onto his track, and I began to contemplate heaven and the road to eternity.
I watched the myriad of hikers on the same path upon which my soles trod – the tattooed ones, the pregnant ones, the hippy ones, the prissy ones. The fit ones, the huffing and puffing ones, the ones with fancy cameras and the ones with miniature schnauzers. As varied as the body of Christ, yet all with the same goal in mind.
So it is in the walk with Christ. For some, the journey may be easier; for others, every step may seem a sweat. But the final destination is the same, so long as we stick to the path marked out for us.
Though each of us walking that trail that morning were as different as the multitude of flora spanning the slope of the mountain, we did have one thing in common – not one of us was able to take a single step apart from the grace of God. So we walk forward in faith, relying on the Lord of creation to sustain us and deposit us at the end of our journey at our desired final destination – eternity with Him.
“You make known to me the path of life, you fill me with joy in your presence …” (Psalm 16:11).