A short post tonight.
who can resist those baby feet?
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I love this progression of photos that Hannah took of my little Samuel. It's a precious thing for a mother to see the bond between her children. Little Caleb was pushing Samuel around in that old, red and yellow, Little Tikes car that I found at a garage sale years ago for only $7. Samuel felt safe with Caleb -- he just let him guide that car around our back-yard. His feet were up, and he was ready to go.
Lately, I've noticed a tendency to want to keep my feet on the ground questioning life -- not trusting as much. It's almost as if I think I know a better way than the Lord. So I plunk my feet down and try to determine my own path. Then my freedom wanes -- and bitterness or worry or discontent or fear creeps in. I forget the verse in Jeremiah talking about how the Lord knows my plans and instead I insert my plans as the plans.
Then I'm reminded of the apostle Paul's journeys -- about the time it took him 4 years to get where he thought he could get in months. Can you imagine? Knowing the destination, and yet the path looked nothing like what he thought he had planned. Hmmm....it sounds suspiciously like life. So instead of fighting the journey, I'm now in a place of trying to keep my feet up when I need to -- and trusting that He knows the route.
I love it when my children can teach me.
Let the morning bring me word of your unfailing love, for I have put my trust in you. Show me the way I should go, for to you I lift up my soul. Psalm 143:8
