Walking through Target one evening last week, I saw a sight that stopped me in my tracks. A tiny girl with sparkling eyes and dark bobbed hair smiled up at her daddy as he held her hands, helping her walk on his feet as he made his way down the aisle.
The little girl’s feet kept slipping off her daddy’s, so it wasn’t a perfect walk. Yet it was beautiful. Joy shone from the two as they in moved imperfect tandem. She looked at him with her ear-to-ear grin and complete trust in her eyes. He gazed back at her delight-filled and confident in the knowledge that his strength would keep her from falling.
It was captivating to watch.
The duo brought one of my favorite scriptures about our Father God to mind:
It was I who taught Ephraim to walk,
taking them by the arms;
but they did not realize
it was I who healed them.
4 I led them with cords of human kindness,
with ties of love.
To them I was like one who lifts
a little child to the cheek,
and I bent down to feed them. (Hosea 11:3-4)
Our Father is holding our hands, watching our progress with loving delight. His joy isn’t diminished by the imperfection of our steps. We’re learning, and He’s there to catch us. He deals with His children tenderly.
Like today’s devotion shares, we can become so entrenched in our own ideas of perfection that we forget to enjoy simply walking daily with my Father. Like a toddler, we internally stomp our feet and declare, “I do it myself!” Instead of holding our Father’s hands and trusting in His strength and direction, we so often try to make our own way.
But when we do, we miss it. We miss the joy of walking with Him. Instead, let’s see our own imperfections as an opportunity to grab God’s hands, lean into His strength, and trust Him for the next step.