“When all the people saw him walking and praising God, they recognized him as the same man who used to sit begging at the temple gate called Beautiful, and they were filled with wonder and amazement at what had happened to him.” ~ Acts 3:9-10
These very verses keep being brought to my attention over the last several months.
You see, I’ve finally reached that gate called Beautiful in my own life. I’ve actually been sitting at it a while now.
The problem is, I’m like that man at the gate. I’ve become comfortable sitting at the gate too. I can’t see what’s on the other side once I walk through it. So I sat right down, a prisoner of sorts to my very own fear.
These words from Brian Houston hit me hard at Hillsong Conference last month: “So often we see opportunities in front of us more like an iron curtain than a beautiful gate.”
Like that man in the verses above, I’m able to walk again. I’m able to walk through that gate called Beautiful and into a glorious future awaiting me. The only thing holding me back is me…my fear…my constant desire to control my circumstances. I want a clear road map, I want to see exactly what’s ahead.
So, I chew on this question, “What is God inviting me to enter into if I allow Him to usher me through that beautiful gate?”
He’s inviting me to believe Him, to trust Him. He’s inviting me to walk with Him through the gate into the unseen. He’s asking me to dream big and yet rest in knowing He is in control.
And the comfort He offers is that’s He’s already gone before me. He’s got this.
If He was able to heal me from my deepest wound, how can I not trust Him for what’s ahead?
He goes before me. He’s got this.
He’s got my future.
I need not worry; I need not fear; I need not strive to control my future as if it’s up to me to make it through on my own.
Who will help me walk through that gate called Beautiful?
Who got me to the gate in the first place?
Who writes His name on my future?
A couple weeks back, I came across a bookmark in my Bible where I had written the verses that brought me the most hope during my early days of grief. The scripture reference that I had written down not once but twice was Acts 3: The Gate Called Beautiful.
Coincidence? I think not.
Foreshadowing that my Healer God will bring me through the gate? Absolutely.
Jesus, help me get to a place where the only thing I fear is life apart from you….even a tiny breathe of not breathing in You. Help me to believe You for a glorious future. Now, take me through that beautiful gate.
Dearly loved, walkin’ and believin’,