The wind was whipping around us as we were spinning and twirling through the yard.
You long for a way to bottle it up so you won’t ever forget how soft her skin feels against yours.
How her little fingers played with your hair as we sat quietly together.
But, there are no magic bottles for collecting moments.
No spells to be conjured up in an attempt to stop time.
Just as a strong wind pulls and tugs at a boat tied to the dock, this world will try to pull her away from the security of being tied to our “dock”.
And even the strongest of docks have been known to be pulverized by gale force winds and boats tossed and turned like plastic toys in a bathtub.
So I pray for wisdom, protection, guidance.
“If any of you lacks wisdom, he should ask God, who gives generously to all without finding fault, and it will be given to him. But when he asks, he must believe and not doubt, because he who doubts is like a wave of the sea, blown and tossed by the wind.” James 1:5-6
What if instead of being tied to the dock, her boat was tied to a rock.
The only One that can withstand those hurricanes of life.
“The Lord is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer; my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge.
He is my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold. I call to the Lord, who is worthy of praise, and I am saved from my enemies.” Psalm 18:2-3
Because, no matter how much I want to believe that she will find enough security tied to the dock that is our family, I know that there are some things from which I cannot protect her.
Things that we can’t predict and are beyond our control.
So, we too tie our rope to the Rock, trusting that He will take care of her.
And as we sit in that chair together on that warm summer day, she has no idea of the thoughts running through my head.
She just innocently waits for my reply.
So, I tell her the only thing she needs to hear at the tender age of 4.
“I won’t let you blow away sweetie!”
Thanks for joining me for this Simply Sunday at the Fence,
Imparting Grace: Grace at Home Party