The Lord was my support. He brought me out into a spacious place…—Psalm 18:18–19 (NIV)
It seemed to be taking a while for my son to take his first steps. A fast crawler, Solomon had turned into a leaner, walking in endless circles around the coffee table, holding my hand and keeping a pinky on the table. It was obvious that he could carry his own weight; the only thing holding him back was uncertainty about his footing. He still needed someone to lean on.
We were at my mom’s for brunch one cold January morning when Solomon leaned on a chair and picked up his boots. A small snow boot in each hand, he stood up, and in a moment took his first solo step toward me. “One, two, three,” a roomful of my relatives whispered along with me as Solomon made it across the living room rug. In eight steps, he reached me and put his boot in my lap, unaware that he had let go of the chair. For the next few days, Solomon walked—but only with his hands full and outstretched, as if the things he held gave him grounding.
Solomon had found his balance, but I know he still had Someone to lean on, holding those boots, leading him step by step.
Lord, thank You for being there to lean on when I launch out into the unknown.
