By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer
When my youngest granddaughter was a toddler, I watched her one day each week. She slowed me down, thank God.
She drew my focus to tiny hands, the floor I thought was clean, the lower shelves of my bookcase. She forced me to look at things from a different perspective. And she demonstrated a reckless determination.
As a new walker, she fell on her padded bottom countless times. Toddling around the house much faster than she should have, she would trip over a loose throw rug or a toy she didn’t see. And she repeatedly snagged her chubby feet on the corner of the blanket she insisted on dragging, much like the Peanuts’ character, Linus.
But she never gave up. She just kept getting up.
I am a lot like my granddaughter.
How often do I charge straight ahead without looking where I’m going? How many times have I tripped over an unnoticed obstacle and fallen spiritually or emotionally?
I don’t get up as quickly as she did. Sometimes I just lie there for a minute and moan. After all, my landing spot is a little farther away for me than it was for her.
However, I too have someone watching over me, checking things out from my perspective, understanding exactly what it’s like to be in my shoes—or bare feet. And He loves me even more than I love my granddaughter. Hard to imagine, isn’t it?
When I’d pick up that little bundle of wiggles to comfort her or listen to her frustrated, evolving language, I was reminded that the Lord does the same for me. I’m not really *on my own after all.
Oh God, how faithful You are to pick me up and comfort me, no matter how many times I stumble. Help me always remember to run to You when I fall. Amen.
“As one whom his mother comforts,
so I will comfort you.”
*From Day Sixty-Nine in Always Before Me – 90 Story-Devotions for WomenOn my own Click To Tweet
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