My daughter, Olivia turned 19 months today. She is a beautiful little girl who loves to sing along to her favorite songs on my playlist (No Longer Slaves, Resurrection Power, Headphones and Hanging On by Britt Nicole are just a few of her favorites), dance when music comes on, and go for walks at the beach with me. The only thing is, is that at 19 months she isn’t really walking yet. She can do it. She has walked across our house more than once, yet she seems to lack the confidence to walk that she has when she is holding my hand. How many times have we gone for a walk and I will try to let go to give her the opportunity to walk on her own, but she will either reach for my hand to gently hold on, or sit down and crawl.
Confidence.
She is definitely my daughter, because I struggle with that too. I understand too well the desire to not want to fall, the want for steadfast confidence to not stumble.
Maybe the confidence shouldn’t be in the walking itself, but in the knowledge that even if we do fall, that our good good Father will be there to pick us back up, just like I would be if Olivia fell when learning to walk.
