So I teach her how to inch her way from the now to the tomorrow. All I can do as the mama is teach her how to walk. I teach her who’s hand to hold when it’s not mine. Especially in the mist. As I blindly feel my way along myself, I’m holding onto HIM, and as I do, I’m dragging her behind. Especially when the way’s cloudy. The job of raising kids is to slowly edge myself out of the chain. The mama needs to make sure the girl child is holding onto Jesus to take her through the mist. With both hands.
The future is ALWAYS unclear. Remember, perfect vision only comes as we look behind! Circumstances change. Disappointments come uninvited. Tragedies strike. Uncertainties abound.
what she really needs to know is how to walk.