One weekend day, we drove down to my parents’ house in my hometown. While we were there, Cole and I took a walk through the neighborhood.
The neighborhood I grew up in is by no means huge. As a child I rode my bike up and down every one of those streets. I spent hour upon hour running through the woods. There’s not a part of that neighborhood that I don’t know.
Yet to Cole, the neighborhood was a vast network of winding streets. There were unfamiliar houses lining both sides of those streets. Interspersed between some of those houses were deep, dark forests filled with all sorts of wild creatures, possibly lying in wait for us as we walked by.
As we got farther and farther from our starting point, we went around a bend, and my parents’ house was no longer visible. Cole turned back and looked in the direction from which we’d come.
"Daddy? Where’s the house?"
"It’s back there, around the curve."
"Should we go back?"
"No, we can keep walking this way."
Cole didn’t question me any further. My answer was enough to quiet his concerns, and walking alongside me was enough to make him feel safe. No matter where we went, as long as he was with me, he knew he wasn’t lost.
It reminds me of Abram. God once invited him on a walk of sorts (Genesis 12:1). Just like Cole, Abram gave no second thought to walking with his heavenly father. The journey was long, however, fraught with dangerous people and situations.
I’m sure that from time to time, Abram worried. I’m sure that from time to time, he looked back in the direction from which he’d come. I’m sure that from time to time, he questioned God about where they were, and where they were going.
But God knew the way just as well — better! — as I knew my childhood neighborhood. God knew about the people and situations that awaited Abram. Why? Because God created this world, and everything in it.
And just like Cole, Abram put his trust in his father and continued walking with him until he’d reached his destination.
From where Cole and I were, we walked down to an intersecting street, turned onto it, and soon found ourselves back at my parents’ house. Cole grinned at me. "You knew where we were all along!"
I sure did.
God does, too.
Parrish Myers is a local minister. His column appears biweekly in Sunday Life and on gainesvilletimes.com/life.