The Lord directs the steps of the godly. He delights in every detail of their lives. Though they stumble, they will never fall, for the Lord holds them by their hand. Psalm 37:23
I love snow. Well, let me rephrase that. I love “looking” at the snow. I love watching the dense white flakes fall from the sky, and onto the barren winter ground.
All from the comfort of my cozy, warm home.
“Mommy, I want to go outside and play in the snow.”
I only like the snow while inside, remember? So, this question is not always a welcoming one for me.
Because, while I love snow, and I think it is beautiful, walking in it. Having it fall into my collar, and wet my neck. Packing on 20 layers of clothes, and 3 pairs of socks just to throw a few powdery and flimsy snowballs…not so much.
Plus, this one. This little one who so desperately wanted to play in it…can’t even walk in it!
But, I put on 20 layers of clothes, and OK…only 2 pairs of socks, and I went outside anyway.
At first I just watched. Watched as with trepidation my little “monster” climbed down the front stairs. While walking on ground that altered his already weakened sense of balance. Watching as he faced his fears. As he turned to reach for my hand. Asking me to face them with him..even if it meant I had to play in this mess after all.
“Let’s dig a maze.”
Say what? Now you want me to take a kid sized shovel and dig up the front yard?
“Hon, why are we building a maze?”
“So, I can walk in the snow!”
Walking alongside and constantly waiting for this one to grasp our hands for help has not always been comfortable. And, it has been anything but comfortable for this sweet boy. Whether it was walking on his knees because his little legs couldn’t make sense of the walking thing. Whether it took many years to navigate the stairs on the front porch, or a slide at the park. Or, whether, at the age of 6, he still has to be carried in the sand or snow because they are too much for his brain and legs to handle at the same time…it has never been comfortable.
Each time he has remained determined. And, has wanted one thing. A hand. Someone to walk with him. Someone to encourage him to find a way out, and to never give up.
Someone to help him dig a maze.
Life is kind of like that. Kind of like a maze. We walk along. We take a few too many wrong turns. We try over and over to get out on the right side. Sometimes we need help. And, sometimes we need someone to help us walk through all the twists and turns. All the ups and downs.
He has me.
But, sometimes, I need someone to get me through the maze, too.
Someone to take my hand, and walk alongside me until I get out on the right side. To encourage me to never give up.
He has me. But together, we have Him.
We have God for that.
He will get me through the twists and turns. When I don’t think I can handle the shaky ground beneath me. When my balance is off. When I just need someone to take my hand and help me dig a maze. He gently reaches in and guides me. When I, just like my little boy, can’t walk the path alone.
He has me.
But, together we have Him.
Right behind you a voice will say, “This is the way you should go,” whether to the right or to the left. Isaiah 30:21