The ground dropped away before them, a steep rocky slope covered by an unstable mat of pine needles.
“My footing will be better with both your weight and mine.”
I watched their feet; the two strong ones on the outside and the weaker in the midst.
Suddenly there was a solidity of step, as the weight on the shuffling feet was trusted to stronger ones downhill.
. . . . . .
Hours later I thought:
God is like that.
He needs all of my weight for optimum footing in my life.
I can insist on using my lame feet when the slope is particularly scary,
but I put myself at risk for a fall…
Jesus, help me remember.