Not long ago I sat in the back of a motorboat, my life-vest cinched tight, the cool wind whipping my hair. I gazed out at the wake unfurling behind me. Ahead of the boat, the lake frothed in the stiff breeze and the mist hung thick, obscuring the shore. But behind us, the boat churned out a smooth strip of water, a path of sorts between the peaks and troughs of the waves.
Looking back, the path was obvious; ahead, the way was unclear.
The truth is, the way ahead of us isn’t always a clearly marked path, especially when we’ve embarked upon a new and unfamiliar road. We might lament slow progress or wonder where God is when we need him most. We might second-guess our calling or conclude that we hadn’t heard clearly from God after all.
Such was the case with Josephine Butler, who advocated for the civil rights of a diminished and demoralized class of women in Victorian England for SEVENTEEN years before she saw any results. Today I’m writing about Josephine’s story and what we can learn about perseverance and trust over at Jennifer Ferguson’s Soli Deo Gloria Sisterhood. Join me over there to hear more about this amazingly determined woman…