When I was two years old, I was the flower girl in my aunt’s and
uncle’s wedding. I’m sure there was a
rehearsal, and I’m sure I was instructed how to proceed down the aisle and
where I was to stand after scattering my petals. I don’t remember that. What I do remember distinctly, however, is
entering a room with giants standing in rows on either side, their gazes all
directly upon me. I remember feeling
terrified, and my feet remained frozen. Until
I spotted my daddy. Being a part of the
wedding party, he was already at the front of the church with the other
men. He was my daddy, and he was my
security. And so I ran down the aisle,
screaming the whole way, “Daddy!” And I stood
safely by his side for the remainder of the ceremony.
The Holy Spirit recently brought this memory to the forefront of my
mind. I’m far from being a two-year-old,
but in so many ways, I can identify with little girl I once was. When I enter the arena of my life, it often
happens that I encounter giants in one form or another. Some are real; others simply perceived, but the
result is the same: I am paralyzed by
fear. I can’t seem to take even one more
step down the pathway of my becoming because the risk seems so very great. I momentarily forget what I’ve already
learned because the sneering faces of the giants are so daunting. Until I spot my Daddy. He’s my security, and he beckons me remain by
his side for always. In his presence,
there is joy, and there is peace, and there is protection. Giants become diminutive, and I regain the
strength necessary to rise and walk and Become.
