I see a heron sometimes when I walk by the river. It is impossible to capture how majestically he stands, poised, in the rushing water. He is always alone. His thin legs are lost to my eyes, covered by murky water. He holds himself erect, watching keenly for something my poor eyes can never hope to see.
He is beautiful and mesmerizing.
And then, with no warning, he spreads his mighty wings and silently takes flight, swiftly beating his invisible path downstream, disappearing from sight. He leaves no trace and if I blink too soon, I miss even his flight.
When the waters saw you, O God,
when the waters saw you, they were afraid;
indeed, the deep trembled.
The clouds poured out water;
the skies gave forth thunder;
your arrows flashed on every side.
The crash of your thunder was in the whirlwind;
your lightnings lighted up the world;
the earth trembled and shook.
Your way was through the sea,
your path through the great waters;
yet your footprints were unseen
From the lesser to the greater – I cannot trace the path of the heron God created. How much less can I trace His own footprints! They are invisible to the human eye and His reasoning is unknown – at least in my finite understanding.
But if I look, I can know, I can trust, that He is there.
You led your people like a flock
by the hand of Moses and Aaron.
They could not see his footprints or his pathway, so instead, God led them. He was there in the past with the Israelites and again with the disciples – and He is with each of us, now. We may not be able to trace His steps nor understand all of His ways, but we can trust that He will lead us, for He is not bound by human limitations.