The View From My Kitchen Window

 

 

 By

Pamela Perry Blaine

© December 2005

 

All houses should have a kitchen window.  At least, for me, there is a lot

to see in the view from my kitchen window.

 

It happened many years ago, but it was a view that I can still see in

my mindís eye.  It was one of those significant moments that

has always stayed in my memory.

 

It was a spring day, a Saturday, and I was washing the dishes when

I happened to look out the kitchen window into the back yard. 

My husband, Mike, was out cultivating the garden with a tiller.  Right

behind him was our son, Jeremy, who was four years old at the time.

 

Mike was moving the tiller very slowly in order to do a good job

of breaking up the soil for planting.  My son was just inches behind

my husband and each time that Mike took a step, Jeremy took a step.

He would carefully put his own small foot in the huge imprint made from

my husbandís boot.  Jeremy had to really stretch in order to imitate the

larger stride of his father. Very slowly he extended each of his legs, one at

a time, almost as far as his legs would go. The process was slow. 

He took a step with his right foot and then his left and then he would

wait patiently for when it would be time to take the next step.  

 

Sometimes Jeremy would lose his balance because he would become

 engrossed in a glittering rock or a wriggling insect along the way.  The dog that

 kept barking for him to come away and join him in a frolic also distracted him.

 

Yet, even when Jeremy stumbled or fell, when he got up and fixed

his eyes on his father, he was able to follow in his footsteps.  Once again

 he followed ever so slowly and carefully, placing his right foot where

his fatherís right foot had been and then placing his left foot where

 his fatherís left foot had been.  As long as he concentrated on following

 his father, he stayed right on the same path and never fell.  Although

Jeremy didnít know it, his father had been watching over him

all the time, even when he stumbled and fell.

 

That view from my kitchen window has remained in my mind until this day. 

In one way it is a literal picture of the need of a child for a fatherís good example. 

 

It is also an illustration for all of us. We also need to follow our

heavenly Father a step at a time and then wait for the next step

 like Jeremy did with his earthly father

 

How many times have I bounded ahead of my Father, only to find dry,

 hard ground that I couldnít manage because it hadnít been tilled yet.  I ran

into trouble because I didnít wait for the Father to go before me

and prepare the way.

 

At other times, I became tired of waiting for the next step and began

 looking around at all the glittering rocks of the world that led me astray.

  There were times that I listened to the barking dogs around me too. 

They beckoned me away, making empty promises until one day I had

almost lost sight of my Father.  Yet, like Jeremy, all I needed was

 to turn around and fix my eyes on my Father who had also been

watching over me all the time.

 

There can be a lot to see in the view from my kitchen window.

 

 By

Pamela Perry Blaine

© December 2005