Does life ever feel like a trudge through the mud?
Every step is crucial (or else you’ll sink).
So you keep your eyes fixed on the mud, and you trudge and trudge.
You get tired of the murk and the constant looking down.
And you lose your joy.
Mud and earthy things are where we live.
But not where we belong.
I think of those who went before us.
Abraham, Jacob, Joseph.
Sarah, Rebekah, Ruth.
They were constantly looking for something better.
“These all died in faith, not having received the promises, but having seen them afar off were assured of them, embraced them and confessed that they were strangers and pilgrims on this earth.” (Heb. 11:13)
The Greek word for "man" is “anthropos.”
“The up-looking one.”
You and I were created with the ability to look up.
And we’ve been promised there is something reserved for us up there (Col. 1:5).
Something far better.
This is how every faithful pilgrim before us has been able to trudge along and not lose their joy.
They were looking up.
They were looking forward.
To something better.
Amy Carmichael once said,
“What does it matter if Today be difficult? We have Tomorrow.”
Tomorrow is ahead for each of us.
So we trudge through this muddy earth.
And look up.
". . . to an inheritance incorruptible and undefiled and that does not fade away, reserved in heaven for you . . . in this you greatly rejoice." (1 Peter 1:4-6)