One step at a time.

A few decades ago, Wendell and I were facing some hard things in life. To tell you the truth, I don’t remember all the details about that season. It had to do with money and jobs and poor health and transitions.  I took a walk one summer day and asked God, “How am I going to get through this?”

When I say that God answered, I hope you don’t think I heard an audible voice. I’m not that holy. Instead, I heard a clear, distinct thought in my mind. “Just put one foot in front of the other.”

That seemed simple and reassuring. So, I started concentrating on one step at a time. Get up. Fix breakfast. Take the kids to school. Do your job. Pay whichever bills are most pressing. Pray. Worship. Love.

And … things got worse.

I went back to God a second time. I held up the unpaid bills and the strain of a sick husband and the loneliness of trying to hold life together, and I said, “I’m not sure what is happening here. I keep walking, but life is getting harder. I thought You told me all I had to do is put one foot in front of the other.”

Again, the distinct voice came in my mind, and the answer has defined my life since that day.

“Ah. Yes,” God said, “But, I meant on water.”