THE HUNDRED ACRE WOOD

THE HUNDRED ACRE WOOD
By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

Our little 100 acre wood (Winnie the Pooh term) affords my grandson and me with the most memorable little exploits.
Our "100 acre wood" is composed of a very small piece of wooded area in our daughter's backyard, but which works splendidly in aiding the imagination with the tracking of "wild" animals and all such other grand adventures.
We trudge through calf-deep encrusted, soiled snow and hide under tepee-branched dead pines.
We whisper secrets and we laugh together.
We enjoy a secret stash of Hershey Kisses and leave a gingerbread trail behind of tiny aluminum foils and miniature white Hershey Kiss tags.
We survey wild cattle,
Climb and jump hay-bales,
Go for sled rides,
Shovel snow paths,
And simply make tracks together all day long.
And the little boy is very loved.
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The reality of our imprints in the snow, at the end of the day, reminds me that the majority of our adventures yield "single-track results" with me doing the majority of the walking, trudging, and carrying and him doing all the enjoying.
Mmm ...
The little boy was the biggest part of the beautiful trudging and he made it memorable, enjoyable, and decidedly special.
And I wondered for a moment ...
 How much does God enjoy the "carrying" side of our walk with Him?
How much does God enjoy times when we look back together and see just His set of tracks?
How much does God like it when we submit our tired "toddler" legs to graciously extended safe, secure arms that:
Carry us,
Convey us,
And take us to places where we could never go on our own?
And together we make memories with His tracks, which are "our" tracks, in the snow.
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The little boy is very loved.
So are you.
So am I.
Make tracks with the Father,
Lift your arms,
Let Him carry you,
And enjoy the intimacy of adventure He's prepared for you.
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Come unto Me all ye that labor and are heavy laden and I wll give you rest. Take My yoke upon you, and learn of Me, for I am meek and lowly of heart, and ye shall find rest for your souls. For My yoke is easy and My burden is light.
Matthew 11:28-30