Face to the Wind

I can still remember that feeling of terror and helplessness when I realized my oldest was missing.  At 3 years of age, Nathan already demonstrated his sense of adventure.  I was quickly finishing up a sewing project while the kids played in their rooms . . .or so I thought.  When I went to check on them, my girls were playing quietly while the yard gate was wide open and our dog and Nathan were missing.  In the hour that followed, I quickly biked the neighbourhood, called the police and knocked on neighbourhood doors.  It was an astute neighbour who jumped in his truck and soon came back with both my son and dog.  When I asked him him how he knew where Nathan was, he answered, "The wind.  Children won't walk into the wind, but will keep it at their backs."  A brisk wind was blowing from the west and sure enough, my son was headed east, passed the park he had visited.

Today, as I pressed into the wind while walking towards my mom-in-laws, I couldn't help but remember that story.  My youngest struggled beside me, head down, determined to not let a bit if wind and snow keep him from getting to Grandma's house.  With our sights set on the goal ahead, we ploughed  through and soon enjoyed the warmeth of the our destination.  

On our journey of faith, the winds of discouragement are hitting us hard.  Under 2 months, support and money for tickets not in, waves of doubt and uncertainty hitting us from all side, but we can't back down, turn away or hide.  It is this walk, this path, this journey we have been called upon to travel.  The destination is off in the distance, sometimes hidden by clouds, but it is there.  Our job is to take the steps towards this destination with trust in God. 

I am reminded of when the disciples were traveling by boat and a storm took them by surprise.  All alone, they were terrified.  When Jesus walked on the water towards them, I imagine the terror couldn't be greater.  I have to admire Peter for daring to ask Jesus to call him.  As long as Peter remained focused on Jesus, he could do the impossible.  However, when the distraction of the wind and waves turned his attention elsewhere, he began to sink.

By ourselves, this journey is impossible, but with Jesus beckoning us to come, we can't look anywhere but to Him.  If the wind is behind us, beside us or straight in our face, may we not lose focus on the destination ahead of us.