Walking in the Footsteps of Jesus

Those little feet.

There’s nothing like them.

The first time we see them, we count to ensure there’s five toes each.

We kiss them all over and tickle them for those first little giggles.

We watch them as they try with all their might to stand up for the first time.

Then there’s those first wobbly steps as they take their first step from baby to toddlerhood.

And the sound of the little pitter patter as those little feet begin to run all around your house.

But then those feet begin to change . . .

Those toes go from round and pudgy to slim and long.

Those wobbly steps turn into running.

And one day—instead of running to you—your little one will start running away from you.

One day those feet will step outside your house and into the big, scary world all on their own. Those feet will take on the world.

And on that day, I pray those feet have a firm foundation underneath them. I pray I’ve raised them up and pointed them in the right direction.

More than anything—I pray those feet are walking in the footsteps of Jesus.