– Monday Muse –
Dear One, during our oldest son’s elementary years, fourth child, he seemed to be able to run like the wind, and enjoyed it immensely. At that time we lived in town, and whenever we walked to the school, the Civic Center or to the beach, he was always out ahead of us. Making him walk with the family seemed to dash his spirit, so the rule was made that he could run ahead to the next crossing and wait for us there. He appeared to wait patiently, but once all five kids got safely across the next street, he was off again as fast as his little legs could carry him. The blocks, at that time, seemed long, and having him so far down the sidewalk was concerning, but oh how he loved to run.
There was a time that we did have to curtail him. One winter afternoon as I was watching for the kids to return home from school I saw, far down the block, snow flying, lake effect snow flying, high in the air as the sidewalk snowplow sped my way. In front of the plow, between the banks, about thirty feet ahead, I spotted our son. Outfitted in snowmobile suit and boots, he was running for all he was worth. That day such competition, and any similar competition, came to an end.
In the spring when a Fun Run, a mile run, on the track at the Civic Center was scheduled our son wanted to participate. In his own quiet way, he excitedly anticipated the event.
The day of the Fun Run the weather was perfect, and the turn out was good. When the starting shot rang out, the runners took off with our son as strong as ever, but before he got out of sight, a younger boy’s shoe came off. I stood there in amazement watching as our son stopped, bent down, put the shoe back on the child’s foot, tied the laces, and then took off again, rounding the curve out-of-sight. I could hardly believe what I saw.
We waited at the starting line, which doubled as the finish line. When the earliest runners came into sight, amazingly in the pack was our son, not in the lead, but among those first few who crossed to the hoots and hollers of waiting families and friends. For me that day, our son was hands-down the winner; he had helped another at his expense.
“I will instruct you and teach you in the way you should go;
I will guide you with My eye.” Psalm 32:8
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