Then my father stepped in—literally. “Let me go first, and I want you to walk in my steps. Put your foot down where I lift mine up. That way the snow will be packed underneath you, and you can make it to the top of the hill.” Just put your feet exactly where I put my feet. I think of that image every time I think of God preparing good works in advance for us. All we have to do is follow him, our feet stepping where his feet have already made a path. The hard work has been done. We don’t have to blaze a trail; we just have to put our feet exactly where our Father leads us.
