Is there someone who goes before you to ensure all is well? Do you have someone who prepares all your meals for you? Are you christened? Is there someone who is always there for you and makes you joyful? Are you overflowing with blessings?
For some of us, there is someone plowing the path ahead of us like a snowplow on a snowy day. It may be an older sibling. Perhaps a manager at work who sees potential. It may be or has been a person who is of the same race and is breaking barriers.
It is rare that any of us can say we are truly breaking new ground. Nearly all of us are following in someone else’s footsteps. Oh, we may be the first in a specific company to do something, but someone else in another company has broken that barrier. Even people who break records have had someone else go before them to set the records.
We all can have God going before us. It is our choice. The choice is simple but may not be easy. It requires us to follow him. As long as we are going where he wants us to go, he is preparing the way. The challenge is that it may not be where we prefer to go. If we choose our own way over God’s way, we can expect to hit speed bumps, brick walls, and ultimately end up where we don’t want to be.
Following God’s path means he prepares a table for us in the presence of our enemies. It means we are blessed as God anoints us. Our blessings overflow. However, there will be times when we do not feel as though God is preparing the way. But he is. Even if there is a trial or a challenge put before us, God prepared it ahead of us so that we will grow. It often requires us to look back over our lives to see how God was working.
I pray we all know that God is preparing a path for us to follow. I pray we decide to follow that path. I pray each one of us experience the overflowing blessings of God, even if the blessing is a trial. God prepares a way for you. Follow the path God is preparing for you. Experience God’s blessings. He will overflow you with blessings.
Psalm 23:5
You prepare a table before me
in the presence of my enemies;
you anoint my head with oil;
my cup overflows.
Marty Pressey 