This won’t be my typical blog post- long-winded and full of deep thoughts. But, something happened tonight that the Lord keeps whispering that I need to share here.
It’s been one year today since I started this blog. The blog that the Lord laid upon my heart. He told me then that it was my vessel to my purpose, to giving Him glory. Today, my sweet baby boy turned 15 months old. And, today he took his first steps!
If you know me personally, you know how big of deal this is to our household. Honestly, I’d gotten to the point that I was letting the enemy & fear creep in. I was beginning to convince myself that maybe he was delayed somehow, or had some type of medical issue…I mean, there had to be some reason. Now, I know 15 months isn’t too terribly late to walk. A lot of friends’ encouraged me that their kids walked about this time. But, not my kid. Right?
We’d tried bribing him with toys, food, shiny things. We walked holding his fingers til I thought ours might fall off. We tried praising him, and tricking him, and enticing him. Nothing worked.
Everyone told me to just give him time. And I knew in my heart that was the truth. But I just couldn’t wrap my brain around why it was taking so long. He would walk not even holding, but literally touching my finger. But he needed a confidence boost. Or something.
Today was the least likely of days for this guy to walk. He’s been a little under-the-weather the last couple days. He was cranky today, not cooperative. We’d gone out to eat and run errands, and honestly, I’d planned to come home and put him right to bed. But he’d insisted on not having his diaper changed, and playing instead.
When I say we’d tried everything to get him to walk….I mean it. But, there was one thing.
We were playing on his floor, when he casually stood and took a toy. I could see in his face that he thought about taking a step, but plopped down instead. My husband & I exchanged a look, and we just knew we needed to pray over him. There was no time to look up the most appropriate verse for the situation, or even any verse for that matter. As my husband stood him back up to his feet, I prayed.
“Lord, Your word says that You will guide our steps. Father, we pray now that You will guide Sams’ steps. Make his steps strong and sturdy, so that he may walk. In Jesus’ name.”
Just like that. A step. And the desire was there. We could see it in his face. Another try, another step. And then another. We stopped and thanked God, for He truly is so good.
Nine steps tonight.
As a friend pointed out to me in a “congratulatory” text she sent…“I love the little things that we so often don’t consider praying over, and then God’s like…Thanks for finally asking, Here ya go!”
That’s so humbling and so true. I never stopped or thought to ask GOD to help Sam walk. It is obvious. Why wouldn’t I have asked Him for it? Because it seemed too trivial, I suppose.
But that’s what’s so great about our God. He loves being in the details and trivial things.
“Therefore I say to you, whatever things you ask when you pray, believe that you receive them, and you will have them.” -Mark 11:24
“Give thanks to the Lord, for He is good; His love endures forever.” -Psalm 107:1