Life was great. I had just given my life over to God, and I was ready to take on the world. “Follow God, no matter where he takes you.” My preacher’s words echoed in the back of my mind. What had he meant by that? God wouldn’t lead me into suffering, I’d always be happy with Him, right? Things were amazing, people at church were congratulating me, and I’d never been filled with more wonder about the Bible in all my life. I was amazed at the countless stories told about Christ, and faith, and hope. I was in awe at the love God felt for us, for His children.
“What can I do to live for God?” I asked my preacher one Sunday morning. “Follow God, no matter where he takes you.” He recited, smiling at me and walking away. Once again, I was left in confusion. How was I to follow God, I didn’t know where He wanted me to go, much less, what he wanted me to do. So once again, I left the church confused of what God wanted me to do, but willing to do whatever it took.
I had a dream that night. I’d been running through a field, happily picking flowers and adoring nature, when a man appeared. “Follow me” He called and walked down the hill and toward the woods. Curious, I followed him, and stopped when I saw where he was going. He stopped, and turned around to face me, “Why did you stop?” I looked down at the bottom of the hill “look at it, it’s dark, and who knows what animals are down there, waiting to hurt us!” I exclaimed, appalled at the fact that he wanted to lead me down there. He turned and smiled, “Sometimes, it takes a lot of pain for the sake of others.” He held out his hand, and I noticed the sun seeping through a ragged hole that went straight through his wrist. “Are you coming?” He said, waiting patiently, “there are others waiting for you to spread the Good News.” I looked toward the woods; the shadows didn’t look all that bad. “Alright” I whispered, taking his outstretched hand “Let’s go.”
And I will walk through the valley if he wants me to.
