My son is growing up. He used to want me to carry him. He used to want to hold my hand. Now he wants to do everything himself. I guess that's OK. I certainly don't want him living in my basement at 30, with no job, playing video games in his underwear. Yesterday we were out at a store and I said, "Son, hold daddy's hand." To which he said, "I'll walk right beside you daddy." Of course that lasted all of 15 seconds before I had to call to him again. When my son got too far ahead, or lagged to far behind, I would ask him to hold my hand and he would repeat his new declaration of independence. Finally, when Joshua said, "I'll walk right beside you daddy," I answered, "Are you really going to walk right beside me?" It was then that it hit me. How often do we promise God that we will walk right beside Him, only to run too far ahead, or lag too far behind? Walking with God means just that - walking with Him. When we get ahead of God, our best plans are disastrous. When we fall behind, we miss out on what God is doing all around us. The best place we can possibly be is walking right beside our God.CAP
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