It’s been a busy weekend (week) (year) for us here in the
Manning household and I swear it’s starting to show. I look around and there is clutter as far as the eye can see. I do the best I can, but last I checked
brushing your teeth while eating Oreos was futile and the same can be said for
picking up in a houseful of children.
Hunter has had a particularly busy social calendar and we’ve
all been keeping busy to make sure he’s able to do all of the fun things that
he’s invited to do. Today found us
dropping him off at his second birthday party of the weekend and as we walked
back to the car I could tell that Charlotte
was upset to leave him.
I took hold of her sweet little hand and we started our
journey back to the car. And for every step
she took, she cried. Not the loud,
wailing cry that might be labeled a temper tantrum, just a soft, near silent
cry that streamed tears down her little face.
But, she matched me step for step.
She never asked if we could go back and get him, she never asked me to
pick her up, she never faltered. She never
asked to stop.
I thought about how similar that was to whatever path God
has called us to walk. Maybe it’s a new
job, maybe it’s an illness that you just can’t seem to shake, maybe it’s letting
go of something or someone that you love very much—whatever the scenery on your
road looks like, it’s never easy. And
sometimes you want to cry. In that
moment with Charlotte ,
I thought about how maybe it doesn’t matter what you look like to others when
you’re walking down that hard road. All
that really matters is that you keep walking.
And so, a little child shall lead them.
