Husband, Anja and I were out for a walk tonight. He parted ways with us while Anja and I went a bit further. Usually when she and I are out walking or running, I’ll stop occasionally and point things out to her–birds, leaves, rocks, planes, etc.–but tonight I was silent.
When we got back to the house and I came around the front of the stroller to unbuckle her, she looked genuinely surprised to see me. The baby mind fascinates me. Did she think she was just out for the rest of the walk by herself, since she couldn’t see or hear me? The thought of her out cruising the neighborhood in some sort of self-directed stroller made me laugh out loud.
And then, as it often goes, the spiritual parallel hit me. How often do we think we’re out “doing our own thing,” only to be stopped and confronted with the presence of God? And we act completely surprised, like, “Oh, Lord, I forgot you were here. How about that?” Thinking that we are independent of Him can be a dangerous thing. As the Proverbs say, ” The heart of man plans his way, but the Lord establishes his steps (ESV).” Help me to remember, Father.