"Momma, you can say, 'Follow me,'" Jack says, "because I will follow you all the days of your life." He tilts his head, grins. Follow me. My boy leans on one elbow and crunches another bite of cereal. I swallow more coffee.
Later, I watch them trounce through damp morning grass and clamor up rocks. They pull dandelions, squish spiders, trowel their fingers in the stream. They follow each other. One plops a pine cone in the water, and all three lay tummy down on the bridge, watch it float by. Another finds a dead bee, all fuzz and wings, well, one wing anyway. We save it to show Daddy.
Without meaning to they step into the day, all wet grass and muddy trails, tilting their heads like their mother and grinning like their father.
"Everyone when he is fully trained will be like his teacher."
~Luke 6:40
Follow me. Sort of takes my breath away.
Takes my breath away too. Sometimes makes me think, "Why did God choose ME?" :)
ReplyDeleteGorgeous shots, by the way.
ReplyDeleteAh so much responsibility. So much at stake. Teachers are disguised as entertainment in our society...... be so careful.
ReplyDeleteYour mom's comment has me thinking... I appreciate her wise insight.
ReplyDeleteYou're doing a great job of following Him - it's obvious from these precious little snapshots of life you share with us. Love you!
Aw, thanks!
ReplyDeleteYeah, it's got me thinking too.
You are a great example for your kids, and all the rest of us too! Love you!
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