The View From My Kitchen Window
© December 2005
All houses should have a kitchen window. At least, for me, there is a lot
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
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
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
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
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
the time, even when he stumbled and fell.
That view from my kitchen window has remained in my mind until this day.
one way it is a literal picture of the need of a child for a fatherís
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
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
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
over me all the time.
can be a lot to see in the view from my kitchen window.
© December 2005