The other day I was watching my youngest get ready for a walk. She had tunnel vision. She was determined. Her way...
Though I could see what was causing her problems, she refused to let me help her. She was putting on her big sister's shoes on the wrong feet while holding her baby doll and wearing a big bulky sweater. There was whiny. There were tears.
We left for our walk. It was slow and uneventful. I asked her if she wanted to hold my hand and she told me no. We slowly were walking. I continued reaching out my hand to make her walk easier, she just refused again and again. She was getting bothered that her siblings were passing her and those pesky mosquitos were snacking on her delicate skin.
After 10 minutes, she stops. She is saddened by the fact her feet hurt and she just can't keep up. She starts sobbing. I turned around and I see her. She has stopped and her arms are reaching up to be held. I willingly scoop her into my arms. At first, she seems to be resistant with her choice to be carried. As I continue walking, I feel her body relax and feel her hold onto me. And then it happened... she dropped her doll and her shoes slipped off.
She was done with her way and realized that she was safe in the arms of someone who loved her. She held on tight. At that moment, she knew that this way was so much better than her first stubborn choice.
It made me think about how many times I try to do things the hard way...on my own. But when I realize I can't, my gracious Heavenly Father is waiting to scoop me up and help me. And no matter what I do, I always have His hands to walk with...it's just my choice to accept this help!
1 comment:
What a great illustration. I have huge blisters on my feet from wearing shoes that I knew that I shouldn't have worn for the hike. And I have inside blisters from insisting on outfitting myself for the tasks ahead instead of trusting God. Thanks for the reminder An.
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