Walking with children

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I passed them on my way to the grocery store and then again on my way home.

Here was a dad with his two small daughters and they too were going to the store;only their pace was not as brisk as mine...

The father could have been walking as quickly as I, but he was not alone. He'd slowed his pace to match his daughter's, staying by her side and not hurrying her along.

The LORD is like a father to His children, tender and compassionate to those who fear him. For He knows how weak we are; He remembers we are only dust. Psalms 103:13,14


I've no doubt that God has wanted me to move more quickly along paths of righteousness in the journey of becoming more like Christ. When He says "go" I imagine He has more of a purposeful stride in mind than the ambling I do. But He is the ultimate father. He walks with us; at our pace. He will make sure that we will get to where we are going even if we stop to look at bugs on the sidewalk or flit off to chase a few butterflies along the way.
He's our Dad and He is God. He knows how to encourage us as He walks with us to get us where we need to be.


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Unknown said…
I love this image of God walking with us, at our pace, as a loving Father. What a beautiful picture!
October 24, 2011 at 11:20 AM
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