Skinned Knees and Bruised Elbows
We were less than 50 steps into our family hike, when my youngest son's shoe caught the tip of a rock jutting up from the ground. This small rock was big enough to cause him to fall flat on his face; the dust of the earth coating his clothing. His already skinned knees were once again scraped open and he added more bruises to the already growing collection on his precious elbows. Even though I was right there to pick him up, dust him off, kiss his boo-boos, and comfort him. He still felt the need to fill the quiet woods with cries and tears still streamed down his little cheeks. Ironically, during the course of the 45 minute hike, 3 of the 5 of us fell or had close calls. And each time, there was a family member nearby to assist their fallen comrade! Isn't that kind of how life is? Sometimes we find ourselves face-planted into the dirt of life. Small, unwanted rocks trip and distract us from the life of peace we'd prefer to have. Sometimes we wonder why it's always...