Daddy's Shoes

I got distracted today in church. A little girl, almost two years old, was playing with her mother's shoes. She laid them out in front of her then toddled into them, not successfully. She struggled to get into one and and then the other. Taking actual steps was another matter. She never made one real step in both shoes, but she never gave up. She put them back in front of her and started over several times. Her mom sat behind her just beaming, it was just so darned cute. It got really hysterical when her father walked up and saw the shoes in the way and put them under the chair. The little one turned around and around trying to figure out what happened to them.

And then I heard God. Jesus was our model for living life on planet earth. We're meant to look at his life and do what He did. When we try to do that, we're not always successful. There's just so much for us to learn before we can really operate the way Jesus did. But when we try, the Father loves it. I can just see Him holding His hands out to catch us if we start to toddle over. He joys when we put on His big shoes and try to walk. We are His children, the delight of His heart.

He reminded me of a tremendous testimony of healing I heard recently. A little girl was born with no arms, legs, sight or hearing. She was brought into a church and the entire congregation prayed for her for and hour and half. She grew new arms and legs and her eyes and hearing were opened up. She ran to her mother and asked, "Where's daddy?" I love that story, but I said to God, "I want to pray like that, but I want to pray the way Jesus did. He didn't pray for an hour and a half. I want to see people healed like Jesus saw them healed." I heard the Father say, "That's it. Keep trying." And His hands were stretched out to catch me.