Continuing yesterday thoughts, going for a family walk is always an interesting experience, involving three generations, anything could happen. Now that Abie has learned to walk she is always rushing up to various dogs hoping to pat them, then becomes overwhelmed by their size and sits down and cries. She is keen to practice this new skill, though I have to say she doesn’t walk anywhere, she runs. Her motto must be ‘these legs are made for running.’ She tries to examine a bed of nettles, not realising they are not like other grasses. A nettle sting would be painful to her little hand.
The walks also include grandpa, his running days are well over, in fact his favourite speed is standing admiring the scenery. ‘Come on, grandpa, keep up.’ is our constant cry. Why is one so fast and the other slow? My irritation must be nothing compared with God’s exasperation with my following Him. I either lag behind not listening to His instruction or rush ahead and not wait for Him. Evie or grandpa, I alternate between the two. I wonder when I will learn!