Have you heard the story of the Cherokee boy’s rite of passage, I wonder?
The Cherokee boy was blindfolded and sat on a tree stump in the middle of a forest. His big test was to sit there all night until the sun rose in the morning.
The boy was understandably scared, his imagination running wild.
Every noise, he was convinced, must be a wild animal about to eat him alive!
But his courage held.
When the morning sun warmed his face the boy – now a man – whipped off his blindfold.
The first thing that he saw was his father who had silently by his side the whole night long.
If danger had threatened his father would have protected him, just like our Father God will.
“We live by faith, not by sight” (2 Corinthians 5: 7)
With many peaceful blessings