Old stairs, worn and caressed by the feet of centuries, nibbled by a worm or a beetle, twisting up to attics of memories and rafters.
I love them already. Soon, they will be the stairs of my new home, leading me up and on, a promise of things to come, places to be, excitements of exploration.
Representation of an incline, a tread, to things as yet unknown. Warm to my touch in the late summer sunshine, enticing me upwards, onwards. Following the One who walks ahead, one step at a time.
To a place of His glory, His choosing.
"I do not know what lies ahead, the way I cannot see
But One stands near to be my guide, He'll show the way to me.
I know who holds the future and He holds it in HIs hands.
With God things don't just happen, everything by Him is planned.
So as I face the future, with its problems large and small
I'll trust the God of miracles, give to Him my all."
- Eugene Clark