Baby Steps

Weston’s walking! Watching grandchild number five loose his vise grip on one parent’s fingers long enough to venture towards the other is both heartwarming and bittersweet for this Keggie.

Granted, he’s still pretty shaky, but baby steps, y’all. A few days ago, Weston would drop to his knees every time we stood him on his feet. Weston clearly considered crawling to be a sure mode of transport while walking was a scarier proposition. He just wasn’t ready to risk it.

I saw myself in Weston’s hesitancy.

There have been times when I’ve sensed God calling me to walk into a deeper level of maturity with Him and the unknown has made me want to cling to the familiar. I’ll give you an example, but first, some back story.

I spent some time dreaming with God in the weeks before the New Year. Afterwards, I lay my requests for 2015 before Him. One of them was my desire to hear Him more clearly. Another was my desire to give more this year than I ever have before, more of my money, more of my time, more of my heart, more of me.

Yesterday, the Lord called on me in both areas. I’ll go light on details, to protect the dear person’s privacy should he happen upon this, but I’ll tell you it was out of my comfort zone. I wanted to move on what I thought God was asking, but not moving sure felt more comfortable. And get this, it also felt more reasonable– at least to my human way of thinking.

Do you see it now? Those of us who love sweet Weston wanted him to learn to walk, despite his apprehension, because we know it’s a natural stage of his development and we know he’d be limited if he insisted on crawling forever. God wants something similar for us, that we would move in the direction of His voice and trust the results to Him.

So, that’s what I did. Am I convinced I heard Him clearly and did it exactly as I should? Heavens no. Baby steps, y’all. Baby steps…