How often have I picked my kids up off the ground, brushed them off, and given them a little pat to send them on their way? A hundred? A thousand? When they're little its literal and physical, they fall down all the time. I bend down kiss them on the head, tell them everything is ok, and they believe me. The continue on. They count on me to be there to pick them up. As they get older its not always so literal, but I know they're still counting on me. And I want them to know they can always count on me, I'll always be here, no mater what the stumbling block is.
This has made me realize the support that I have around me. As adults, we're not alone, independent, walking on the path without anyone to steady us when things get uneven, rocky, or steep. There are so many people that I turn to for help - for the little things, little puddles I'm trying to jump over, and also the big things, steep hills that I'm trying to climb without falling backwards. I hope that as Archer and Shelly grow, they learn to be independent and responsible, but also realize that asking for help is ok. And that even when they don't ask for help, they are being looked after, and supported, and steadied.
...He set my feet on solid ground and steadied me as I walked along. ~ Psalm 40:2
(Above painting is from this blog http://stevemitchelldesign.com/WordPress/?p=18 )
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