he walks with us

      When I was just double the age of this man's firstborn, he used to walk with me on the beach, holding my hand.  Now those feet and hands have aged 18 years and have been joined by three more pairs (younger and smaller) padding quietly along in the sand or crunching through forests or stomping in the snow.

When he was 19 and I was 16, we had no idea of the life God would bless and entrust us with. (Although Husband claims to have always known that he would marry at 25 and have his first child at 30.  Which did end being God's plan for him.)

I love watching the kids walk with him.  For Lucy he's her journey-protector and shoulder-carrier and for the boys he's their adventure-finder and explorer-teacher.  He leads all of us along sunny paths and dark ones, well-marked out trails and off-road through messes of cattails and thorny vines.  

When he's along, we'll go places we wouldn't dare on our own.  His confidence and competence and strength are safety and security for us.

Isn't that a picture of Christ who goes with us (always), who marks out a clear path for us, who always knows what's around the next bend, who carries us when we are weak, who IS our strength and security?

I'm thanking Him today for blessing with this man who is like Him to us!

"Let him who walks in the dark,
who has no light,
trust in the name of the LORD
and rely on his God."
Isaiah 50:10

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