One of my most treasured gifts is to “walk behind” my grown children. That each allows me this honor is cherished beyond words. Also, with this privilege comes my recognition, and willing acceptance, of the translation of “walking behind”. In honesty, I admit there are instances when I chuckle or squirm while reminding myself the blunt reality of “walking behind”.
“Walking behind” literally translates into I am not leading. Another is leading!!! My mom/grammy heart no longer dons the sergeant’s hat and gives the orders for the day. My troops have graduated with honors and now lead the way. Both prayerfully and skillfully, they make the decisions and execute them. In exchange for calling the shots, encouragement, understanding and proud love are, forever, my offering to help fuel their lives’ journeys.
Sometimes, it seems more automatic (and easier) to “walk behind” my children than it is for me “walk behind” my Father, God. “Whoever, says he abides in Him ought to walk in the same way in which He walked.” 1John 2:6 (ESV). It’s comical (and arguably pathetic) for me to even contemplate for a second that, on my own, I am called to navigate and lead my way to eternal life. So why is it so natural to attempt this and actually harbor thoughts that my mooring myself to a vessel navigated by me will in any way, shape or form end up being my soul’s lifeboat? Much the opposite is true. The only channel leading to the shore of Heaven’s seas is sailed by dropping my anchor of hope behind God’s stewardship and, gratefully, letting Him tow me home.
No better, safer or more honorable a place exists than “walking behind” God. Instead of venturing out alone and against all odds, we all are offered the choice of “walking behind” God. He, and He alone, can part the stormy waters of life and guide us through all peril. However, for God to do this, I (and you) need to choose to “walk behind”. My choice is made. What about you???
Uplifted in a Broken Down World 