The other day I had a chance to take my kids hiking at the base of South mountain.
We didn't go very far, but it was fun.
We found a tree and the kids showed me their best super hero pose! Judah's of course is the most intense "going to save the city of Gotham from all that is evil" pose I have ever seen. And Aravis' is her usual sweet and smiling self...
It was awesome, too short, but awesome.
On the way back down the small incline there were a few spots that were a little on the rocky side. One spot in particular was a little ravine, down one sharp decline and swiftly back up the other.
Aravis of course was way out in front of us, with me hollering "wait please!" every thirty seconds.
Judah, with his short little legs wanted to be where his sister was, but was finding it exceedingly difficult to navigate over the grapefruit sized rocks and cross the little ravine. I could tell as he asked me to hold his hand that he was frustrated at his lack of agility. "Of course" I said as I took his hand, but I couldn't help feeling a little sorry for the kid who wants to be every bit as cool and independent as his big sister but lacked the length of legs to do so.
I enjoyed holding his hand and walking. Daisy passed out in the "football carry" of my other arm (drooling all over my forearm). I enjoyed the short time spent walking with my son that morning, but part of me wanted to say "stay here" while I went and raked all of the big rocks out of his way and maybe even build him a little bridge to get across the ravine with ease.
Reading this morning in the beginning of Mark "make straight the paths of the Lord." - the ancient prophecy from Isaiah. I can't help but think that even though I couldn't have literally made a straight path there for my son, I wonder if I can do that for him spiritually...
Maybe today I can find ways to make it abundantly clear and simple for him to RUN unhindered in the ways of the Lord. As short as his little 'spiritual' legs are, as limited as his experience here on this earth may be, if I can only be (in my limited ability) atleast a guide, if not an example, in the ways of Jesus. How awesome would it be if he learned to enjoy the run of "the trail of life" at a young age.
"'I will send my messenger ahead of you, who will prepare your way-
A voice of one calling in the desert, Prepare the way for the Lord, make straight paths for him.'"
To make the road to you, a little straighter.
We didn't go very far, but it was fun.
It was awesome, too short, but awesome.
On the way back down the small incline there were a few spots that were a little on the rocky side. One spot in particular was a little ravine, down one sharp decline and swiftly back up the other.
Aravis of course was way out in front of us, with me hollering "wait please!" every thirty seconds.
Judah, with his short little legs wanted to be where his sister was, but was finding it exceedingly difficult to navigate over the grapefruit sized rocks and cross the little ravine. I could tell as he asked me to hold his hand that he was frustrated at his lack of agility. "Of course" I said as I took his hand, but I couldn't help feeling a little sorry for the kid who wants to be every bit as cool and independent as his big sister but lacked the length of legs to do so.
I enjoyed holding his hand and walking. Daisy passed out in the "football carry" of my other arm (drooling all over my forearm). I enjoyed the short time spent walking with my son that morning, but part of me wanted to say "stay here" while I went and raked all of the big rocks out of his way and maybe even build him a little bridge to get across the ravine with ease.
Reading this morning in the beginning of Mark "make straight the paths of the Lord." - the ancient prophecy from Isaiah. I can't help but think that even though I couldn't have literally made a straight path there for my son, I wonder if I can do that for him spiritually...
Maybe today I can find ways to make it abundantly clear and simple for him to RUN unhindered in the ways of the Lord. As short as his little 'spiritual' legs are, as limited as his experience here on this earth may be, if I can only be (in my limited ability) atleast a guide, if not an example, in the ways of Jesus. How awesome would it be if he learned to enjoy the run of "the trail of life" at a young age.
"'I will send my messenger ahead of you, who will prepare your way-
A voice of one calling in the desert, Prepare the way for the Lord, make straight paths for him.'"
Mark 1:2,3
Lord help me today, to make straight your paths. Easy for my children to walk in. Easy for my wife to follow my leading in. Remind me today, in the torrent of life, work, family, school, etc. with your still, small, calm, and steady voice, of the small chance that I have to be like you...
To make the road to you, a little straighter.
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