đ"Whether you turn to the right or to the left, your ears will hear a voice behind you, saying, âThis is the way; walk in it.â"
Isaiah 30:21
Thereâs a sacred space between the breaking and the building, between resting and rising again. Itâs the threshold.
And it rarely feels like glory.
More often, it feels like stillness tinged with fear⌠a quiet room without answers. Youâre no longer where you were, but youâve not quite stepped into whatâs next. Itâs that disorienting in-between where old identities slip off your shoulders and new ones havenât fully formed.
Itâs also where God whispers.
Thresholds are tender places. They ask for open hands, surrendered plans, and a kind of courage that doesnât wait for confirmation. In these places, God gently pries our fingers off the need to know and invites us instead into trust. Into listening.
Iâve come to see these moments not as delays or detours but as altars where weâre stretched, softened, and strengthened in ways we canât yet name. Itâs often not until weâve crossed the threshold that we see what was happening in the waiting: how God was tilling the soil of our hearts, preparing us to hold the new.
Like Abraham, weâre sometimes called to walk even when we donât know the destination. And like the voice in Isaiah, the Holy Spirit often guides us not with a map but with a murmur: âThis is the wayâŚâ
The threshold invites a holy kind of faith. A âyesâ before the how. A step before the sight. A pause that becomes holy ground.
So, whether you are stepping into something new, letting go of something dear, or simply standing still in a waiting season, you are not alone on the threshold.
He is already there, holding the door.
Reflection:
Life Application:
Affirmation:
Creative Prompt:
Draw or paint a doorway that symbolises your current threshold â it might be cracked open, completely closed, or wide with light streaming through. Add symbols or words that represent what youâre letting go of and what youâre stepping toward. Donât worry about the final picture â let it be a prayer in colour and form.
Closing Prayer:
Father, thank You for meeting me in the in-between â for being present not only in the beginning or the breakthrough but in the pause, the waiting, the wondering. Teach me to trust You even when I cannot see the path. Help me to hear Your voice and respond with a faithful yes, like Abraham. May this threshold become a place of deep transformation. I surrender the outcome to You and choose to walk forward with open hands. In Jesusâ Name, Amen.
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