My name? Oh, I’m Steady—because that’s what Abraham always called me.
I’m not fast, I’m not fancy—but I can walk a long way without complaining.
I’ve carried all kinds of things for my master: water, wood, even tents through the desert wind.
But one morning, he packed something different—firewood and a small knife.
And beside him walked young Isaac, smiling, holding a bundle of sticks.
We started up the trail toward a mountain called Moriah.
The air was quiet. Even the birds seemed to hold their breath.
Abraham walked slowly that day.
He kept looking ahead, whispering prayers under his breath.
I didn’t know what was going on—but I knew it was heavy.
Not the wood—his heart.
Halfway up, Abraham stopped.
He looked at me and said softly,
“Stay here, Steady.”
He unloaded the wood and placed it on Isaac’s shoulders.
Then the boy asked,
“Father… we have the fire and the wood, but where’s the lamb?”
Abraham’s eyes glistened.
He said quietly,
“God will provide.”
I watched them climb higher until they were just two small shapes against the sunrise.
I didn’t understand everything, but I knew something holy was happening.
Hours later, they returned—Abraham’s face wet with tears, Isaac walking close beside him.
And on the altar’s ashes… lay the wool of a ram caught in a thicket.
God had provided.
That night, I thought about it all.
I never spoke, never saw the angel, never carried a king.
But I did walk the road of faith—steady and sure—while God worked His miracle.
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Moral of the Story:
Sometimes serving God means simply walking faithfully,
carrying the load quietly,
and trusting Him to provide what we can’t see.