I am still in Orlando at another meeting and I have lost my computer charger for right now. Now sure where I left it but it is not in my bag. I have limited charge to write this. Ah, the dilemmas of the modern world. I wanted to invite you to sign up for our upcoming webinar on September 29th on How Long Should You Keep Trying in your Destructive and How can You know Change is Real? If you don’t sign up, you won’t be able to attend.
Recently someone from one of my groups shared some insight she got from God’s Word on doing the Next Right Thing. Sometimes we wish we could see the entire path forward, but most times, God just sheds enough light on our path to do the next right thing. But when we do that, God shines the light forward again to the next right thing. We walk by faith, not by sight, so I thought her article might be a blessing to you as well.
The Next Right Thing
By Deena Wilson
Mary and the other women are quiet as they measure out the burial spices. There are other things to be done today. Why take this time, this expense now, to do these spices for Jesus? What a waste, a foolishness, if they can’t even get into the tomb. Still, they are doing what they can—the next right thing.
Their eyes are red and swollen, their steps and hearts like lead on the way to the tomb. They can’t awaken from this nightmare. Jesus is dead. There is nothing more to be said or done except this. Shattered and mute, they trudge on—doing the next right thing.
Mary stands stock-still, her mouth agape, at the unexpected. The little band of women huddle behind her, staring. The stone stands rolled aside like a massive open door of welcome. What they lacked the strength to do has been somehow done for them. They hesitate, then slowly file forward into the tomb—to do the next right thing.
They gasp, shocked by what they do not find, do not expect. There is no death here, only air and space, a heap of empty linen cloths, the sound of their own breathing. They lock alarmed eyes with each other, see their own questions reflected back. Where is his body? Who has done this? What should we do?? These bewildered questions—they are the next right thing.
Mary feels the coolness of the tomb floor against her nose as she bows down, limbs shaking, heart thundering. Radiance pours even through her closed eyelids, warm light everywhere. “He is not here! He is risen! Remember? He told you of this.” And then a different sort of light—clarity–like a curtain being swept wide open inside her. Yes, she does remember! A little bubble of laughter rises in her throat, catching her by surprise. She stands slowly, trembling and incredulous. Joy—the next right thing.
The spices are spilling everywhere, the road home flying under their feet. They are seeing nothing but the empty heap of cloths and two shining men, hearing nothing but their joy-filled cries to each another. Believing, they are rounding the last turn now, coming as fast as they can to do all they can. To tell! To tell!—the next right thing.
How might this story have turned out differently if the women went home discouraged and didn’t do the next right thing? What if they allowed their daily tasks, their discouragement or overwhelm to decide for them what to do? Jesus still would have risen, but they would have missed the blessing of being the first to witness the miracle.
Friend, What is your next right thing to do? You might not know what will come next, but can you walk by faith and move forward in what you do know is the next right or best thing for you to do in this moment?