Foots

My boys call them “foots”. I don’t correct – feet.

They will learn soon enough. When the world tells them they are for trudging instead of dancing, skipping, hopping, dashing. So I teach a lesson on Plurals and Possessives, and I treasure hearing “foots”. They will learn soon enough.

And he, my precious tiny one. New, innocent and naive they come all over again. The beginning again so certain but so fleeting. His feet are already holding him steady, stepping across new worlds of carpet. We teach them – I long just to touch them. To hold their feet forever, to always have a hand to grasp, little head bobbing along below. I want them to grow and learn but I hate that there will be a day when they no longer need me to hold them up, carry them along . . .

Precious, precious foots begin their walk in this life. I am too lacking to show them the way. He will have to lead us, to give us a path for our steps.

 

My steps have held to your paths; my feet have not slipped. Psalm 17:5

He makes my feet like the feet of a deer; He enables me to stand on the heights. Psalm 18:33

My eyes are ever on the Lord for only He will release my feet from the snare. Psalm 25:15

My feet stand on level ground; in the great assembly I will praise the Lord.

You have not handed me over to the enemy, but have set my feet in a spacious place. Psalm 31:8

The law of God is in his heart, his feet do not slip. Psalm 37:31

He has preserved our lives and kept our feet from slipping. Psalm 66:9

Your word is a lamp unto my feet and a light for my path. Psalm 119:105

For you O Lord have delivered my soul from death, my eyes from tears, my feet from stumbling. Psalm 116:8

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