Don't Cross the Street

His handwriting is impeccable.

I love my boy. He is full of spunk, a love for life, and brings me so much joy. It's so crazy that he is now 18 months old!

I love my boy, but I don't always love what he does. For instance, today we were playing out at Grandma and Grandpa's farm. Several times he tried to run out onto the road, and several times I had to redirect him. I explained to him that he could play anywhere he wanted on this side of the road but he was not to go into the road. Eventually, the temptation would become too much for him, and he would canter in his toddler pitter-patter down to the road, thinking he could outrun me (which, surprisingly, he can't--even with me at eight months pregnant). Feeling like he knew that he was doing something he was specifically asked not to do, I told him that if he went near the road one more time, he would lose his outside time.

Can you guess what he did? :)

Telling this story to Jordan later this evening, I was struck once again by how similar that behavior is to how I respond to my Father. I had said, "Toddlers are like puppies:  they instinctively find boundaries and then spend all their time trying to figure out how to get over, under, or across them, convinced that there must be something better on the other side that you are tragically keeping them from."

"And we know that God causes everything to work together for the good of those who love God and are called according to his purpose for them. For God knew his people in advance, and he chose them to become like his Son, so that his Son would be the firstborn among many brothers and sisters" (Romans 8:28-29).

How is He trying to lead you...and protect you?

My little teacher. :)