(not my photo!)
In April I heard Tim Pippus preach in Estevan. He was talking about how the Christian life is like a toddler learning to walk. He described how toddlers take steps, they fall (sometimes with a thud), but they keep getting up and trying again. Even though they fall even though it hurts.
This past Sunday while in church on Shelbourne Street, I saw my friend Elise walking with her 13-month-old son, Levi. She was holding his hand as he toddled along. I looked at Levi and how small he was, and though he was a very good walker, sometimes he does fall. And I was thinking about how at this point in his life he probably thinks he knows quite a bit and he is so eager to get into things and wanting to explore everything. But his mom knows better. She knows that if he climbs too high he will get hurt or if he plays with an outlet that is very dangerous. He might throw a tantrum because he’s not getting what he wants… but in the end, she’s not going to give in because she knows that not everything is good for you to explore.
I had a laugh when I realized that is how my relationship is with God. I am the toddler. God is holding my hand and helping me learn to walk. I am eager and I want things and when I don’t get them I sometimes get upset. I’m toddling along thinking I know everything.
The best thing about witnessing this whole moment was seeing Elise’s patience, her love and her care for her son.
And realizing that is how God feels about me too.
So despite my metaphorical tantrum-throwing and my reliance on myself… I am coming back to God. It has dawned on me that God still has a lot of work to do in me. He has reminded me that He’s got the whole world in His hands. So I am picking myself up and I’m taking another step…