One reward the children love is going to the creek. When the strawberries are picked, the weeding is done, the house is cleaned - whatever task for the day is completed - the kids love playing in the water. This past week, we took Ebony with us. She'd never been to that creek before and it took a while for her to settle down - so many smells, so little time, and the tether was way too short in her opinion. Eventually, she was content to stand by my chair. Inevitably, her feet got cold. So she put both front feet on the arm of my chair. Then she looked at her back feet as if to tell me that they were still cold. So I told her she could climb up in my lap. Really. All I said was, "Alright. Come on." That was all the invitation she needed. Once seated in my lap, she quickly decided that lying across my lap would be more comfortable.
I couldn't help thinking about my response to new experiences in my life. Am I curious? Do I eagerly explore and check out all the possibilities? And what do I do when the newness starts to wear off? What do I do when I get "cold feet"? I hope that I'm like Ebony; I hope that I get as close to the Master as I can possibly get.
I couldn't help thinking about my response to new experiences in my life. Am I curious? Do I eagerly explore and check out all the possibilities? And what do I do when the newness starts to wear off? What do I do when I get "cold feet"? I hope that I'm like Ebony; I hope that I get as close to the Master as I can possibly get.
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