I love family walks after dinner. Until a lovey goes missing somewhere on the trail.
“Where is bear?” We reached our driveway after a healthy jaunt to the park when I realized my toddler’s favorite stuffed animal was no longer along for the ride.
“It’s not in the stroller?” My husband’s eyebrows shot up. I lifted our daughter’s fluffy princess dress-up skirt and searched beneath layers of tulle. No bear.
“Are you sure she had him when we left?”
“She did, Mom.” Our five-year-old unclipped her bike helmet and nodded. “She must’ve dropped him.”
“Bear! Oh no!” Our toddler gasped as the gravity of the situation sunk in. Bear is special. Bear is gone. Who will I clutch at bedtime tonight? This is not good.
Nope, not good—for any of us.
“Sweetheart, did you drop bear?” I crouched over the stroller seat and looked my two-year-old straight in the eyes. She stared back at me and blinked, silent yet guilty.
“I’ll go for a drive.” My husband heaved a sigh and grabbed the keys. I ushered the girls inside for a bath while their dad retraced our route in the minivan, scanning sidewalks for a castoff green teddy bear. Some things are just too precious to lose.
I know this painfully well.
I’ve lost things. Valuable things.
My patience. My temper. My sense of humor.
Perspective. Hope. Self-control.
Sometimes, I flat-out lose my mind.
And God the Father shakes his head, unruffled by my childish antics. Sweetie, did you drop this? Please try to be more careful next time. You know you can’t sleep without it. Come now, let’s revisit our walk together. Remember? Everything you lost is waiting for you there.
Often my walk of faith is more like a stroller ride. I buckle in and God steers, sidestepping potholes and infusing my senses with fresh air. I’m safe in the stroller. It’s a happy place. But eventually I get tired or hungry or bored, so I whine and try climbing out. On a careless whim, I toss my virtues overboard. And everyone in the family suffers for it—especially me.
That’s when God bops me on the backside with this verse. “Direct my footsteps according to your word; let no sin rule over me,” (Psalm 119:133).
Seriously, Lord—why can’t I just keep my hands inside the stroller and enjoy the ride?
Later that evening, I leaned against the tub and giggled. The girls were covering their chins with bath bubble beards when suddenly a stuffed bear peeked around the bathroom doorframe.
“Look what I found.” My husband stepped in.
“Bear!” Both girls cheered. “Where was he, Dad?”
“On the sidewalk, at the corner two blocks away. He was just sitting there, waiting for me.”
Nice work, Daddy-o. Add it to the list of reasons I love the guy. My husband scours the streets for lost teddy bears. And, like the good Father, he finds them. Praise God.
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