Learning the Path Beneath My Feet

I remember one morning when I was sitting with God, asking Him how I was supposed to walk through this difficult season. I was tired. I had so many questions, and I couldn't figure out the answers. I wanted to know what was going to happen, what I was supposed to do, and how I was supposed to walk through all of this again.

As I sat there, Psalm 119:105 came to mind:

“Your word is a lamp for my feet, a light on my path.”

That Scripture has been a part of my life for as long as I can remember, but that morning one little word caught my attention in a way it hadn't before.

My.

My feet. My path.

I began thinking about how much time I had spent looking at someone else's path, wondering whether they were moving forward and whether their decisions would eventually affect the direction of my own life. I cared so much about where they were going, but somewhere in all of that worry for someone else, I had stopped paying enough attention to where God was leading me.

And I started looking at that Scripture in a different light.

God's Word was a lamp for my feet. It was meant to help me see the path He had placed in front of me, not give me a way to see every turn someone else was going to make.

I could pray for the person I loved, encourage them, and walk beside them when I was able. But I couldn't walk their path for them, and I couldn't spend so much time watching where they were going that I lost sight of where I was supposed to be walking.

That morning, I began asking God a different question. Instead of trying to understand everything someone else was doing, I started asking, Lord, where are You asking me to walk today?

And that's a question I'm still learning to ask.