I saw them from my vantage point on the roof, a mother and child walking. They came to a small field of flowers. A beautiful sights, bright yellow flowers lining the crest of a hill. But as they began to enter the field, the child stopped. The mother beckoned her on, but her feet were planted. She wasn't going anywhere. The mother kept walking, every couple of feet she would stop, look back and call for her daughter. But the little girl remained on the ground. So the mother left her.
As I watched, I couldn't pull my eyes away from the scene. I had just been writing in my journal, "I want more… more of you. I desire to walk in full dependance on you." And in my mind, I was thinking about everything that I am not. I was thinking about the ways I need to improve. I was comparing my walk with others. Usually I catch myself when I fall into the spirit of comparison… but this time, I walked into it blindly.
I knew that God was trying to teach me something through the scene to my left, but as I thought about what I was seeing, my first thought was "If I don't stop being stubborn, I'm going to miss my opportunity to walk in the will of God." I again was condemning myself.
But just as I finished that thought, something happened. Out of nowhere a man appeared. A man I can only assume to be her father. And he took her hand and walked with her taking a different route in the same direction.
And the Lord spoke to me.
"Don't worry about the walk I'm taking others on. It's different for you. And don't worry when everything in you wants to plant your feet where you are. Wait for me there. I will come for you and I will walk with you. You are simply taking a different route in the same direction."
