I wrote this a couple of years ago and now it going to be published in the June issue of the online magazine rubyforwomen.com. I AM SO EXCITED!
When I first learned to walk it was not like other kids do, I more or less just stumbled about wherever I went. (Not much has changed in 30+ years). As I grew, I graduated from a walker, to crutches and eventually to walking on my own, yet I actually just became a better stumbler. My favorite aid to assist me in the process was my father. My Daddy, in his prime, stood six feet seven inches tall! He was known among my friends as “The Giant!” Daddy was a very strong guy and this really showed when he was walking with me. I can’t remember every falling; somehow he always managed to catch me and keep me steady. Although Daddy couldn’t physical keep me from stumbling, he did everything he could to keep me from falling. When I did fall, Daddy did everything he could to comfort me and encouraged me to get back up and try again. I have another father who does the exact same thing! This is God. He is so big and strong. He holds me in His arms at all times. Even though He doesn’t always remove all the stumbling blocks from my life, He does guide me down the paths and He is there to pick me up when I fall. It has been a long time since I have gotten to stumble beside my daddy. I grew up as little girls do and my paths did not always cross with his. I suppose the last time I got to stumble with him was down the church aisle at my wedding when he handed me over to the man that I will stumble my life away with. After I had my 2 precious babies, I had a hip replacement, which has helped my stumbling a lot. My Daddy is no longer here on this earth to stumble about with me. And even though when I reach heaven, I won’t be stumbling anymore, I know that both my Fathers will be waiting to walk me down those streets of gold