A little make-believe story to illustrate a scripture “Thou hast enlarged my steps under me; so that my feet did not slip” (2 Sam. 22:37).
Once upon a time in the land of Baca, there was a poor family who lived in the country far, far from towns that had sidewalks and blacktops. When it rained on their farm, their yard would get lots of mud holes right up close to the door. The family needed to go to town one day, but the daughter, Emmy, couldn’t get to the car because of the mud hole she would have to cross. So daddy looked around for a way to help Emmy get to the car. He found a board four inches wide. He put it across the mud hole for Emmy to walk on. Emmy was scared; she was afraid she would stumble and fall off the board. So daddy looked some more. He found another board to lay beside the first one. He said, “Look, you can walk across easily now because I have enlarged the way for your steps. You are safe with the enlarged path.”
Our Lord knows that even adults sometimes need to be carried a while before being set on a path that seems too narrow. Or, perhaps He will enlarge the path so you can walk it. He knows what is best for you.
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Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
What a lovely way to express it. I liked this story very much.
I’m glad the little story found a home in your heart. Thank you.
Wonderful way of expressing this intrinsic truth Thank you.
Thank you, Faye. I know a lot about loving fathers who help a girl out when she needs it.
He does indeed know ‘what is best,’ and praise be that He does!
Amen.
A very lovely illustration, Oneta!
Thank you, Calen.