When you are young and little, climbing is very scary and very hard.
As I watch our pup Lucy quietly investigate the stairs with a wary eye, I try to encourage her to take at least one step. To which she replies, with a shake of the head and paws straight out, in a make-shift braking system, “No way.” I can not convince her that she will soon get the hang of it, if she were to only try. So, I simply say, “It’s OK, Lucy, maybe tomorrow.”
Lucy knows that I will protect her and keep her from harm, but she is just not ready to climb to new heights yet. I don’t push. I meet her where she is and simply wait patiently. As I watch her, I think about how I am very much like Lucy. I reflect on my own life, past, present and probably what’s to come. More often than not, I am hesitant to climb. Certainly not physical stairs, but stairs of uncertainty – age, relationships, goals, spirituality, and aspirations. The steps are too high, deep or steep. Often it is too dark, and I can’t seem to find my way. So, I refuse to budge. I tell God I trust him in all things, but he knows me. When I refuse to budge, he simply waits. Patiently, he encourages me, meeting me where I am. He knows, as I know with Lucy, that when I am ready, I will make the climb.
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