Right there with you

As I travel behind her as she navigates the midday sand dunes, I contemplate how this moment echoes journeying with our creator.

I feel so content to watch her navigate the winding paths, carved out by many before her.

From my higher view, the paths she chooses aren’t always the ones I would have chosen for her, I know they all eventually lead to where we want to go, therefore I am at peace.

She is small, the grasses are tall.

She makes her judgements based on what is visible to her.

She whoops down the slopes, exhilarated. I follow, equally enthused, and delight in her joy.

There are steep inclines. She struggles, I place my hand low on her back and we climb together.

We come to a patch overgrown with thorns. She looks all around, then lifts her worried eyes up to mine.

Muma, I can’t get through it.

I swoop her up in my arms and my long legs take us over the sharp tundra.

She is tired. We rest and draw pictures in the sand.

Some sand is packed down hard, and the journey is smooth and easy.

Sometimes the sand shifts, and she slides with the moving ground.

I take her hand before she falls.

Panicked, she turns to me ‘I can’t see the cone anymore, which way do we go?’

I lift her up on my hip.

Using my eyes she can see the bright orange road cone marking the exit to the car park.

She wriggles down and runs ahead, satisfied we are still traveling in the right direction, together.