By: Darrelyn L. TuttBeautiful child with earnest two year old expressions,And at times ... a twinge of green in the eyes.The wagon handle is placed in my hands, Two year old grandson Owen confirms, in doing so, that a new adventure is to be ours.An "explore" awaits us.The little red wagon is supplied with fruit snacks and a bottle of water and we head out on our pilgrimage west.A delightful park emblazened with cheerful, bright, inviting colors welcomes us.We are alone ... for awhile.------Some adults like to sit on benches and enjoy moments of respite; I don't fault them but I'm not one of them.Fully absorbed in child's play, my energies are exerted forcibly beside my grandson.I'm fully employed in hanging off the monkey bars, sliding down the slide in competitive fashion, and scaling up "hiker holes" to reach miniature mountain peaks.Owen and I laugh and race like two children at play absorbed and fully alive in the moment.------At just such a moment there's a "bobble" in our adventure and a little "hiccup" on the slide by the name of Salina.Salina is a little black haired, brown-eyed girl filled with life, energy, and loneliness.She requests a slide ride with me.Since the slides (created in trio) are wondrously created for hand-holding most of the way down; it's delightfully fun to swoosh down speedily together.Down we went, Salina and I.But while we were enjoying a slide ride, a little tempest was brewing in another.Owen's beautiful brown eyes temporarily turned green and his concern over "felt" matters of betrayal surfaced. In terms unintelligible, he gave Salina the "what for."In response, Salina, articulated a "whatever" and grabbed my hand for another slide ride.The matter was dealt with tenderly and yet it lingers in me.-----God is jealous over His sons and daughters, perhaps in a fashion like Owen was jealous over me.He doesn't want to be traded for quick fixes, conveniences, temptations, or human desires.He wants our hearts fixed on Him and He knows that, until our hearts are fixed on Him, the soul will get lost in an eternity apart from Him.He takes our actions seriously;So seriously that consequences erupt when we violate our communion with Him and seek other terms of engagement and fulfillment.-----Hmmm ...I love the God well who keeps leading, correcting me, guiding me.Who keeps taking my hand and reminding me,That the wagon handle is safe in His hands alone.God be praised for lessons learned ...And little green eyes.
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