Voice from the Wilderness from Faith, Healing and God

Voice from the Wilderness

…and from the wilderness a voice spoke “do not be afraid of the journey, for many before you have traveled the path and have come to know the glory.” I was unsure, standing on the edge of that wilderness, as to what to do. Fear filled me, and I questioned my faith. I questions what I should do, and what should become of me. To step into this unknown, where no one has spoke of what lies there. Now, here I stood, on the threshold of this unknown.

Again the voice spoke, soft and calming, yet with power and strength like none I had ever know. “You may be afraid, but do not doubt that I will be there and guide you through the wilderness, through all that may befall you, over any obstacle that you may encounter. Simply trust in me, and trust in yourself, and I will be there.”

From my heart the warmth and glow of love spread and I felt it tingle and fill my being. Looking skyward I saw the soft tufts of clouds, white and gray on blue. Arms spread to receive it all, I felt the wind toss my hair and tickle my face. I felt the sway of the earth. Closing my eyes, I stood there, locked in place, a moment frozen in time. Basking in the light, feeling the flows of energy, the power that lay before me.

No longer did I fear that wilderness to which I turned, that journey I would take. Though the first step seemed off of the heavens themselves, I took it, and fall I did not. I felt the warm hands wrap around me and protect me. Clasped in the hands of love, the journey would be taken, for in reality, there was no choice. The path must be walked, from one place to another. Yet the spirit of the wanderer, and the strength of faith determine how the path is walked.

Standing there on what seemed the abyss, I pondered many questions, and found few answers. Many things cannot be seen, yet they are there. You can feel it, or see it, or taste it. The power of all things lies in faith. Faith to believe, whether I see it or not, that it is there. I know not from where the voice called from the wilderness, yet I did hear it, and more importantly, I felt it. While I may fear that unknown before me, I may doubt the outcome, I no longer doubt the journey. It is one we all must walk, weak and strong, large and small. Each may walk the same path, yet the journey differs, and each’s experiences are unique.

And so I took the first step. Into that unknown, into that great mystery I strode. I know not what awaits, but I will find it in due time. I will walk the path, knowing that I am protected through the end. Though I may walk the path for unending time, or but a split second, I will have the blessing and warmth to guide me to the light, to see me through whatever I may befall. I may fear what lies before me, but I no longer fear the journey’s end.

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Sometimes I just sit down and write. I do not know where it is going, or what will come of it. I do not go back and edit, I just write. Then I read. And read it again and again. Does it make sense? What does it mean?

I have come to the belief that whatever happens is for a reason. In searching for my faith, I think, that I have found the answers I need simply by looking within myself. I know what the truth is, I just have to open my eyes, and my heart, and feel it.

The journey of course is life. Our life here on Earth. We all walk it. Some with grace, some not. Many bear great burdens, and some do great harm. Always we must choose the path we walk. We must decide how we live our lives. No one know what lies ahead of us. Is there such a thing as destiny. Maybe. But we do not know what that destiny may be.

So as we step into that wilderness, that unknowing part of life, of what the next day, or year, or hour, or minute may bring, we must have faith. The voice we hear from the wilderness is that faith. It tells us we know the one true God will watch over us, and be there at the end, no matter what the journey, or how long it may be. No matter what we must face or what we must do in that wilderness, we will cross over. He will be there; no matter how the journey goes, or what path we walk. If we believe, if we have faith, that journey through the wilderness will be less fearsome, and we can live those days in the wilderness, and grow and thrive, and feel the warmth of love as we travel to our father in heaven.

6/2002

The journey of course is life. Our life here on Earth. We all walk it. Some with grace, some not. Many bear great burdens, and some do great harm. Always we must choose the path we walk. We must decide how we live our lives. No one know what lies ahead of us. Is there such a thing as destiny? Maybe - But we do not know what that destiny may be.

6/2002

June 2002. That is when this was written. Was it to be prophetic? Two weeks after I had written this, I posted it, and went on with life. Two weeks later I was diagnosed with cancer. I felt the fear. I felt the pain. Could the journey be coming to an end so soon?

Then I felt the warmth, love and compassion of God. I felt the power of all that God stands for and I turned to God more than ever before, and once more I walk the journey for a little longer. I walk the wilderness still, and know even more the protection and blessing I receive while I walk...and whenever the journey may end, God will deliver me from the wilderness.

June 2003