The door is open, and the path disappears around the bend into the trees. The first step is tentative. I hold my breath, starring forward. Doubts, failings, fears, discouragements; all the past burdens wrap themselves around my shoulders.
“I’m doing a new thing,” His voice whispers, “leave those weights behind.” The warmth of His hand on my shoulder replaces the heaviness, bringing courage and hope. The next step opens the expanse of sky, the third the mountains beyond. Like incense, His presence freshens the breeze. Possibilities replace the doldrums of fear and indecision.
“I’ll never leave you,” comes the whisper through the trees ahead, “but you must learn to listen for my voice. As long as you walk with me, you walk as a new creation. The past will remain past. Journey into the New.”
The next step brings assurance, the step after that hope. Joy comes in the pacing, the genesis of the New.
If anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation. The old has gone, the new has come!
2 Corinthians 5:17 NIV