I saw my dad's eyes filled with pride when he gave me this picture this past May. My very first steps... I was an early walker. My dad says that I was in such a rush, I just couldn't wait to stand up on my own and start walking. I haven't changed much.
I wonder what I was looking at... My mom (my dad was taking the picture)? A goal? My own finish line? It almost looks like I am pondering or something, probably thinking:
-"Ok, I am up...now what?"
I feel like I have been running rather than walking with Him. I am not racing against anyone, I just find it hard sometimes to slow down. Maybe I am afraid that if I do, I might not have enough energy to keep going. I am not a risk taker, or an impulsive person by any means, that is I take at least 2 days before making any major decisions (just kidding!). Still, I find myself taking risks I never thought I could take, simply because I have faith. I rarely understand why I decide to step out of my comfort zone, but the reasons usually unfold over time.
-"Faith is spelled R-I-S-K"
I keep running because I want to get closer to Him, but also because I like the idea of encouraging others to do the same. I like to imagine that My Father in Heaven was as proud of me, as my earthly father when I took my first steps.
EED
1 comment:
Elom, What a beautiful child. The comparison to your father is dear, and a mild way of describing the way our Father looks at us:
"He brought me out into a spacious place; he rescued me because he delighted in me." 2 Samuel 22:20
As a father myself, I know the love I have for my children runs deeper than they know, no matter how hard I try to remind them.
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