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So here is my sneak peak of creativity this week . . .
I am working on a piece
"Begin...one small step at a time"
It is what I have been doing lately
even though some steps have felt like
giant leaps of faith
those did require small steps to get to the leaping point.
It seems to be a theme at this time of year and life
*back to school for my kids
*New friends from Flying Lessons~artists, photographers, writers taking new steps
*writing this Believe Truth e-course
*registering for the Black Hills Photo Shootout
Beginning one small step at a time
often includes walking toward one thing and away from another.
Even when we know we should and want to
there is a part that wants to stay and hang on to where we have been.
This morning my three year old daughter Erin wanted to visit Grandma.
So we decided it would be a step of courage for her.
She was quite hesitant to go,
but Toby, the beagle, went with her.
I gave her a popscicle for the walk...a treat to occupy her mind.
She walked along the road
looking back at me every so often
standing on the deck.
Then started down the hill.
I saw her blonde top-knot pony tail bobbing along
until it almost disappeared.
Then she called, "Mommmm??"
And the pony tail reappeared.
"It's ok!" I hollered to her.
Then she disappeared completely from my sight.
Again, she called, "Mom?" from the point where she could not see me
but she could still hear my voice.
"You're ok" I called back.
She has to pass through a spot
where she can't see home
and she can't see Grandma's house.
But then I saw her appear again at the bottom of the hill . . .
first the pony tail along with the white tip of Toby's tail.
Then bit by bit her whole little body,
and Toby's too,
At that point, I could hear Grandma call, "Hi!!"
Erin started skipping and faintly I heard, "I have popscicles!"
Grandma's yellow lab Ruger started barking his greeting.
She was at her new destination.
Starting with one small hesitant step in the way she wanted to go.
Isn't it like that?
I know I am supposed to go a new way.
I have to take that hesitant first step in this new direction.
I take a companion for comfort.
And maybe a little treat for some diversion.
But then I cannot see where I left, nor where I am going.
Yet, I am on the road.
And the road keeps going showing me the next steps.
I call out to God.
To know He is there.
I cannot see Him, but I can hear His voice.
Even if it is not audible to my ears.
I can hear it in my spirit.
And it gives me courage when I can't see where I left
and I can't see where I am going.
But then, stepping one small step after another,
I begin to get a glimpse of the new destination.
And there it is that my fear turns into enthusiasm.
And I start skipping.
Photos and text copyright Sept. 2010 Jodene (Jodi) Shaw.