We sing to Caleb before he goes to bed, and one of the songs I sing often is 'Amazing Grace'. Well, apparently it's stuck, because the other morning we were walking down the stairs on the way to the car and he started singing 'Amazing Grace'. There he was, singing as he took each stair, one by one, with his teddy bear clutched in one hand and the other grasping the railing for support.
There was something about the scene that so filled me with fatherly pride and love for him.
And I couldn't help but think about how much more God loves us, and how proud he must be of us.
There we go, clutching onto whatever support we can find in this world, taking each and every step with the utmost care, uncertain of whether we are big enough to make it through this life, usually trying to hold onto something or someone for dear life, because we don't think we can do it on our own, and our hearts are often singing praise songs to God as we go, uncertain yet confidant in his grace and his love, thankful for the chance to move forward and seemingly ready to tumble down the stairs all at the same time.
If I can be filled with pride at the sight of my son coming down the stairs with Amazing Grace on his lips, how much more must God be proud of us when we praise his name in the midst of our uncertainty and tremulous steps forward in this life?
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