Think of it, Junior is approaching a year old, starting to wobble around and developing a distinct personality. You’re positioned comfortably on the overstuffed sofa for five minutes of non-feet time. Junior goes hobbling by you with nary a glance, eyes positioned on turning the corner down the hall, unaware of anything surrounding him, forward momentum propelling him forward more than anything else and sheer willpower keeping him upright. Your thought? “Where do you think you’re going?” Eventually the bobble-head or diaper-bum overtake his spirited effort and your non-feet time is over as you go to pick him up and encourage the walking effort.
Ever think God is like the parent on the overstuffed couch? “Where do you think you’re going?” As we teeter and totter toward an unfamiliar path, loaded down with self-generated crap or an over-analytical, self-indulgent head, He watches patiently. He’s not uncaring or hoping we fail; He’s watching out for danger; but, He knows its part of the growing process. And as we determinedly careen around a corner and topple over, we look around for Him and cry for help. "but those who trust in the Lord will renew their strength...they will run and not grow weary; they will walk and not faint."
Or, from the perspective of the parent on the couch, isn't it a blessing to claim those verses for the sleepless nights and restless days? Only six months into parenthood, and I've already had occasion several nights to claim hold of the "walk and not faint" passage in sleepily stumbling from nursery to kitchen with crying baby in hand to get a bottle..."don't trip, don't fall, stay upright, keep your eyes open." Parents definitely need some heavenly help in this department.
Welcome to Monday and the beginning of another week - I'm going to claim the "run and not be weary" for this one.