Last night as darkness settled, the full moon rose behind a thin veil of clouds. "A change of weather must be on its way," I thought to myself. People of old knew how to read the sky for signs of approaching weather, while I merely marvel at the sky. The view was spectacular, as though I were looking through a ViewMaster: the hazy moon in the steel blue sky loomed over the pasture and its autumn-hued tree line. The cattle were at the hay feeders and the diffused light from the setting sun shown brightly on their colored hides. It was hard too take my eyes off of the scene, yet I still had work to do. Back to work I went.
Once the cattle troughs were filled with water, I headed down to the kennel to feed the dogs. The safe route is to drive around either end of a ravine to get to the kennel; the short-cut is down the ravine on foot. The short-cut feels like a hike and is therefore more fun. In the daylight navigation down the steep hill is tricky. The tree roots provide places for a foothold, but they must be seen to be of use. In the cloak of darkness with a flashlight in one hand and a bucket of dog food in the other, I carefully descended the slope. I shined the light on the path and specifically on the roots where I would place each footstep.
Just as I needed a light to go safely on the path to the kennel, I need a light to walk on this path of life. God's word is my light.
Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light for my path. Psalm 119:105
His word teaches me what He wants me to know. It guides my conduct. It judges my thoughts and corrects my thinking. It reveals the attitudes of my heart and reprimands when necessary. It is living, life-shaping, life-changing. His word is necessary so that by its light I know where to place each footstep.
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