Magnificent trees line the streets of my daughter’s New England neighborhood. These trees nearly burst with color in the autumn (and with pollen in the spring). Along with their brilliance in the fall, shade in the summer (and pollen in the spring), they tip and tilt the sidewalks they cover (with pollen).
Daughter and I were taking her sleepy, teething child in his stroller for a “go to sleep” walk. As she crooned to (our incredible, beautiful, talented, gifted, amazing—oops, I digress), grandson, I walked ahead to clear the path and nudge aside twigs from an earlier wind storm.
I felt quite noble making his pathway smoother. I couldn’t do anything about the sidewalk rifts but as his grandmother I’d do what I could to ease his journey, prepare the way for him.
Prepare. The word jumped out, spun around and grabbed me.
Prepare ye the way of the Lord. Make straight His path. Mark 1:3
Lord, prepare ME. Clear away anything, every thought, all hurts/worries/doubts that might hinder my grandson from coming to full faith in you.
I cannot level the sidewalks of his life journey nor sweep away the insidious pollen that surrounds us all. What I can do is continue to surrender me to our Lord’s healing touch.
