During a recent playdate at Chick-Fil-A, my 16-month-old son climbed to the top of the playscape to explore the overhead tunnel. This was his first attempt at tackling the Godzilla of toys.
It was not an easy climb for a little guy. His big sister stood near as his spotter, but resisted the urge to hoist him upward. In addition to reaching his goal, my son did something else I wasn’t expecting from him. Each time he reached the next level, he screamed with terror; yet instead of reaching toward me for rescue, he garnered composure and stretched his 24-pound body toward the next step. When he finally landed safely in the tunnel, he excitedly stomped his feet and squealed a triumphant cry.
My journey to becoming the woman I was designed to be shares a few similarities with my son’s physical milestone.
To read the entire devotion, visit Faith Lifts. (Mild disclaimer...In this devotion, I wrote that following Jesus is not safe. What I meant by that is that from our earthly perspectives, it is not safe...hope that makes more sense.)