Walking in Victory

“Walk.” A simple enough concept. One foot in front of the other. One step at a time. Easy. But not for this man.
No, he’d never experienced that before. Lame from birth, walking had never been an option for him. He understood the process. He’d watched others walk all his life. In fact, sitting in front of the temple, he’d probably had plenty of time to study how others walked.
The young mother with her hurried, clipped steps.
The rich gentleman with his long languid gait.
The elder’s stilted, halting progress.
The young child’s awkward, toddling movements. The list went on forever.
Yes, he knew how everyone else walked, but what he didn’t know was how he, himself, would walk, if he ever had the chance.
Maybe that was why Peter’s command caught him off guard. It could have been any number of reasons. After all, these men were looking at him, which was an uncommon occurrence in itself. Most people avoided him like the plague. Or it could have been that these men took it one step farther by speaking to him.
But maybe it was more than that. Maybe he stared up at Peter and John, yearning with everything in him to get up and walk, but fear held him back.
Not fear of if God could.
Fear of if he could.
After all, what did a lame man know of walking? What kind of walk was he supposed to have? Fast, like the mother’s? Confident, like the gentleman’s?
But in the midst of his questions, Peter reached down and pulled him up.
And as God’s healing strength poured into his body, he found his walk.
And it was like no walk he’d ever seen.
It was a walk of excitement, as he leaped for joy. A walk of praise, as he lifted his hands and voice to God. It was a walk of victory that declared to the world that God was powerful.

But what about you? Have you sat watching others walk as you were rendered immobile by chains the devil threw around you?
Right now, God is saying walk! But you say how? I’ve never done this before? So and so does this. She does that. That guy does this. And you sit in fear thinking you can’t do it.
But it’s not your power. It’s God’s.
And trust me, when His pulls you up, and His healing strength flows into you, you’ll find your walk, just like the man at the Temple Beautiful.
And yes, it will be different than the walk of the world around you. There will be no dragging feet or slumped shoulders. No, it will be a walk of freedom. A walk of excitement and praise. A walk that testifies to God’s power. A walk that proclaims hope to a lost world. A walk of confidence. It will be a walk of victory.
So get ready, I want to see your victory walk.