
My son learned to walk this week. Well, sort of. Being a baby novice, I always imagined that once his brain figured out how to get his legs to get moving he would instantly be a pro at it, but actually, baby walking seems to involve just a few steps and a lot of falling. As I read up about this new phase, I was so struck by this sentence: “Try not to get upset when he falls, and resist the urge to rush to his aid unless he’s really hurt.”
Ummm what?
My precious little adorable baby who has never spent more than three hours out of my sight just fell and I absolutely must rush to his side and kiss him all over and give him a yoghurt melt for trying.
“Falling is an inevitable part of learning to walk.”
Babies learn balance gradually. One-quarter of the bones in the human body are in the feet along with more than 100 muscles, tendons and ligaments, that all need to be strengthened and developed. And the only way that sweet baby is going to succeed at learning to walk is by trying (failing) and trying (failing) and trying (failing). As much as my mother heart wants to drop everything and pick him up, he needs to learn to get back up and get going again, because the fall is what teaches him how to walk.
Mike and I have been learning to walk this year. We’ve stepped out of our walkers and we are learning to walk by faith, away from all the comforts that we normally hold on to. And we’ve fallen. We’ve fallen over and over again. And sometimes it can feel like ummm hey God? You called us out here. You waved these dreams and plans in front of our faces and we tried to get there but we fell and we’re just lying here, why aren’t You coming to pick us up?
Because He’s teaching us. Because through the falls we’re finding our balance. Because a quarter of our bones and muscles of faith are still developing. He’s not leaving us here in despair, He’s teaching us- by faith and not by sight, by trial and error, by falling and getting up- He’s teaching us to walk so that we can get there in the black.
The One who calls you is faithful, and He will establish you. -1 Thessalonians 5:24


Growing up in Ghana, missionary life was all my siblings and I knew. This became very apparent one day at the grocery store. As my youngest sister and I made our way up and down the aisles, she grabbed my arm and loudly whispered, Look LaDonna, Mennonites in the drinking aisle!!! Embarrassed, I quickly hurried her away, because those weren’t Mennonites- they were Muslims!







