We Must Take our own Steps Forward
As a family we have hiked often recently through the mountains. The terrain is up and down over rocks and roots and water sometimes very steep up and down to beautiful waterfalls and through awesome meadows. It takes energy and strength.
We had a cousins cabin day and most of the cousins were there. We went on a hike that started with ridding in the back of Grandpa’s truck and the proceeded hiking straight up the mountain. M was carring two year old J but 3 year Ch was holding his mother K’s hand and doing great hiking. After hiking steep up the mountain we arrived at the top not so steep meadow but were in open grass and flowers not on a road or trail just finding our own path. M put 2 year old J down to walk. We all had compassion and would have helped J. Yet he would only let his mother carry him, would allow no one else to help her and would not walk on his own. She put him down knowing that he could walk here but was refusing to do so. Rather preferring to cry and be carried. M put him down and walked on. The whole group about 15 of us walked on. It was an open meadow still uphill but we could really hear him and see him.
I do not know how he could scream so loud while walking up hill . Anyway it was precious to watch him coming along last hiking away. Each of us had compassion for him but knew he had refused our help. He was capable of hiking on his own which was now very evident as he was doing great. After quite a while maybe 20 minutes he allowed Big J and Kind Heart L to take his hand and stopped screaming. I was even allowed to take his hand and help him when we came to the steep down.
Val went ahead and got the rig and picked us up as we hit the drivable road.
Later in the day Val and I and M drove in the driveway as he was playing in the back yard at Fox Hunt. He saw Grandpa and both arms in the air run for the truck calling Grandpa Grandpa. They embraced and hugged and it was beautiful.
Carol Lynn Pearson describes this beautifully:
The Lesson
Yes, my fretting
Frowning child, I could cross
The room to you More easily.
But I’ve already
Learned to walk,
So I make you
Come to me.
As a family we have hiked often recently through the mountains. The terrain is up and down over rocks and roots and water sometimes very steep up and down to beautiful waterfalls and through awesome meadows. It takes energy and strength.
We had a cousins cabin day and most of the cousins were there. We went on a hike that started with ridding in the back of Grandpa’s truck and the proceeded hiking straight up the mountain. M was carring two year old J but 3 year Ch was holding his mother K’s hand and doing great hiking. After hiking steep up the mountain we arrived at the top not so steep meadow but were in open grass and flowers not on a road or trail just finding our own path. M put 2 year old J down to walk. We all had compassion and would have helped J. Yet he would only let his mother carry him, would allow no one else to help her and would not walk on his own. She put him down knowing that he could walk here but was refusing to do so. Rather preferring to cry and be carried. M put him down and walked on. The whole group about 15 of us walked on. It was an open meadow still uphill but we could really hear him and see him.
I do not know how he could scream so loud while walking up hill . Anyway it was precious to watch him coming along last hiking away. Each of us had compassion for him but knew he had refused our help. He was capable of hiking on his own which was now very evident as he was doing great. After quite a while maybe 20 minutes he allowed Big J and Kind Heart L to take his hand and stopped screaming. I was even allowed to take his hand and help him when we came to the steep down.
Val went ahead and got the rig and picked us up as we hit the drivable road.
Later in the day Val and I and M drove in the driveway as he was playing in the back yard at Fox Hunt. He saw Grandpa and both arms in the air run for the truck calling Grandpa Grandpa. They embraced and hugged and it was beautiful.
Carol Lynn Pearson describes this beautifully:
The Lesson
Yes, my fretting
Frowning child, I could cross
The room to you More easily.
But I’ve already
Learned to walk,
So I make you
Come to me.
Let go now-
There!
You see?
Oh, remember
This simple lesson,
Child,
And when
In later years
You cry out
With tight fists
And tears -
“Oh, help me,
God - please.” -
Just listen
And You’ll hear
A silent voice:
“I would, child,
I would, But it’s you,
Not I
Who needs to try
Godhood.”
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