Every time blond child is allowed in the front yard,
the wide yard, the wild world,
and ever since she has discovered how legs work,
and how wills work,
she makes a bee-line for the street, as fast as her little toddle can waddle.
She runs toward danger,
toward pain and tears,
laughing all the while because she still doesn’t know the peril,
the death in choosing that kind of unrestraint.
But unrestrained is not freedom.
She ought to trust that she is always safest in Father’s arms.
The simple Truth in this rips the breath from my chest. Powerful and unvarnished. Dan
Thank you. Great kind comment!
So precious, great catch and the words to describe – brilliant!
Simple but powerful! We are always safest in our Father’s arms. Thanks for the beautiful reminder today. Be blessed and find a way to bless someone else!
Even powerful trains must submit & remain “on the tracks” to avoid disaster, pain & suffering! Joni
Love it–“as fast as her little toddle can waddle.” So descriptive.
There is a reason they call them toddlers. 🙂
I pictured my granddaughters as I read this so perfect and accurate depiction of toddlers.
🙂 And all wanderers.
How they try to grow up and out and into danger so quickly. This is an adorable picture!
I love the picture, but it does concern me that she is so fixated on the street!
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All children push the boundaries.
Seems the way of things. I was one. 🙂