The Shedding

There is a shedding.

It’s a stripping away of me, from me.

Not only can it not go where’s He’s leading, but the old stands out. It gets attention in ways He doesn’t desire, and so I don’t need.

There is a “putting on” of Him.

Something else that is conducive to the coming assignment and is camouflaged to all but Him.

I am on a path I knew I would travel – someday. Always someday.

But here I am.

I’ve no trail markers, maps, or a compass. I have no earthly companion to discuss the way.

But, I do have the Word, and I do have the Holy Ghost speaking and faithfully leading even as He led me to this place.

The path is overgrown with brush and thorns until it appears as no path at all.

You would think no one ever traveled this way.

They did.

The mothers and fathers of the faith.

I would be able to see their footprints had I not waited so long.

But maybe that was never His plan

There is a shedding.

And thine ears shall hear a word behind thee, saying, This is the way, walk ye in it, when ye turn to the right hand, and when ye turn to the left. ~ Isaiah 30:21