Which Way is the Right Way

I have two reasons for sharing that adorable video I just posted at All Things Southern. A) I have access to the media player and B) I couldn’t help myself. That’s my adorable three-year-old granddaughter, Emerson Ann, reciting one of her Bible verses. Yes, I do realize how partial I sound but I double dog dare you to watch it and not smile. Go ahead, just try.

I captioned it for easier translation, and because I didn’t want you to be so enamored by her cuteness that you missed the message. Well, it could happen. Like that moment when Emerson’s waiting patiently and you can tell exactly when her mama gives her the cue to begin. The big cheesy preemptive smile is a can’t-miss clue.

The only thing I like more than watching a video of Emerson reciting Scripture is seeing her share it in person. When Emerson has trouble getting her verse started, her mommy will encourage her. “You remember,” she’ll say. Sometimes Emerson looks at her as if to say, “No, I don’t,” but then, moments later, the first word will come out, followed by another and another!

Their exchange reminds me of a similar one in the fourteenth chapter of John. Having just told his men that the time of his departure had come, and fully aware of their growing anxiety, Jesus reminds them that “You know the way where I am going.” Possibly speaking for the whole group, Thomas protests, “We don’t even know where you’re going, Lord. How can we know the way?” But Jesus says they do, and he quickly reminds them of exactly what it is they already know. “I am the way, the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father but by me.”

Sometimes we want to be hot on Jesus’ divine trail, but the world seems to start closing in, making us second-guess what we know, too. Don’t worry. You know the way, my friend. A life abandoned to Him will always pave the way to Him— one decision, one move, one day at a time.

Hugs,
Shellie