Ditat Deus

Sunday Scripture

And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered.

Matthew 10:30

Leah Faith

Her middle name is Faith and her first is Leah. She is petite for her age and when she is lined up against her class mates she is a good 5 inches shorter then the others, but she has the faith of a minister, the spunk of a teenager, the touch of a mother and the love of an infant.

Tonight I carried her small worn out body to bed and watched her small toes curl up under the covers. The places those feet have been. The places those feet will go. Her toes have chipped apple red nail polish on them from the neighbor girl who painted them, there is a speck of dirt on her big toe and some blue chalk on the sole of her foot.

Oh the places these feet have been, on the warm sand of the beach and the cold snow in New England. 

I am even more enthralled with where these feet will go. They will pedal a bike, push the gas on a car, walk her down the aisle to meet her husband, take her to meet her first child. They will hold her up during the long nights of mother hood, support her when she sees the love in her own daughters eyes.

These feet will make a difference one day.

But for now these feet can focus on having fun, simply dancing, and radiating the faith and joy of the little girl who owns them.
 

The One Who Never Stopped Believing

Coming out of our small neighborhood there is a small lake which is more like a puddle but for the story we will call it a lake. I usually drive past without a second thought but today there was a duck right in the middle of the road, screeching to a halt I watched as 7 little ducklings hopped onto the road and started towards their mother. The first six ducklings followed in a direct line, silently and evenly  spaced out but that last duckling walked clumsily, swaying to each side, making a ruckess and varying his speed.

Halfway to his mother the last duckling stopped and his mother waddled over and pressed her face against the small ducks nudging him to get up. Slowly the duckling stood up wobbling and began to walk next to his strong mother, she helped him across the street and I even think I saw her clap but maybe that's just my imagination...

Driving across the street I realized that I was that small duckling, the little one, the misfit, the one who struggles, the one so in need of something larger then myself. The one who is in need of a God who by some miracle is always standing next to me, never changing, always helping and who never stopped believing in me even when I stopped believing in him. A God who never stopped loving.