A few years ago, as I was about to move to a smaller home, a close friend said, “Your bedroom is on the first floor, I hope.”
“No, it’s upstairs. Why?” I answered. She said, “The knees! We’re not getting any younger, you know.” I mentally dismissed that suggestion of decline and suffering. Or at least I thought I had.
There was no doubt in my mind that my move was God-directed and God-protected. Like Caleb and Joshua in the Bible, I wholly trusted the spirit of this promise that God gave to Moses: “I send an Angel before thee, to keep thee in the way, and to bring thee into the place which I have prepared” (Exodus 23:20).
