It was a fun time in the sunshine. Except for the little boy Kaylen made cry. Well, he started it, so it's really his own fault. For some reason he was growling like a tiger first at Jacob and then at Kaylen. Unfortunately for him, Kaylen excells in growling like a tiger and did so with gusto back at this little boy. From the top of her head to her little pink shoes, she threw her whole body into her growl. Said little boy was shocked at the vehemence, I guess, because he ran off crying to his mommy. It was funny.
The playground we were at has a bridge that wobbles and has foot holes, perfect for a kid of 4 or 5 years of age, but not something Kaylen can navigate. So, I would lift her up to the landing after the bridge so that she could go down the tall slides. She is a brave little girl at the playground. As she came around after sliding I held out my hand to her and I could see our shadows as she reached up and took it without hesitation. A little girl trusting me so completely she puts her hand in mine without thought. I was struck by the image of the two of us joined together by this small act of trust.
How many times has my Heavenly Father held out His scarred hand, a hand that hurt and bled for me, and I hesitated, not sure if I should reach out and take it or not? The blind faith of a child often ends with adulthood when we get a little too smart, a little too cautious, a little too organized to reach out in blind faith and trust.
With the shadow picture of my sweet baby girl and I, one offering help and hope the other taking it willingly and without hesitation comes the conviction that I need to renew that child-like faith in my Father. I need to take His outstretched hand and grasp it, for in it, is Life.
Ps. 23:1
The Lord is my Shepherd, I lack nothing.
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