As a Mom with a third baby who is just learning to walk, I watch her take her steps. Sometimes she's steady and sure of where she is going and she gets there with no troubles. Sometimes, she loses her balance, falls, and pulls her self right back up with no help from me. Sometimes she falls and I don't interfere even though she struggles a little, and I know that she will get back up on her own and it will make her stronger, more sure of herself. Sometimes, though, sometimes, she loses sight of where she is heading falls, gets up, falls again, and out of frustration she starts to cry and reaches for me to help pick her up.
Even though she could pick her self up again, sometimes, she just needs mommy or daddy's arms to pick her back up and tell her it is ok and she can do it.
It sometimes astounds me how much love I have for my children. And then I think about the fact that my heavenly father loves me even more than than.
It's hard for me to comprehend and I lose sight of it sometimes.
But I know that God knows my every step before I even take it. And he is with me when I fall, even when I get up and move ahead.
Sometimes when I fall (or fail) I feel like he is watching me, knowing that I am faltering, but that I will learn my lesson through my failures. As a Mother, sometimes I watch my children try the same thing over and over and experience failure over and over, and I wonder to myself, why won't they just try my way? instead of having so much trouble. Then I wonder if God doesn't feel the same way with his children. He sees us try our ways time and time again, when if we would come his way our paths are so much simpler.
But sometimes, when I fall and and feel like I can't get back up, that's when I can feel him picking me back up. And you know what? No matter what, no matter how many times I have fallen, everytime I reach for him, he's always there.
4 months ago