From "The Walk," a blog I wrote about two years ago.
"There are lots of walks that people make in their lifetime. Some are important, some are not. Some of those walks are tougher than others, and some seem like they take forever, because you know you can't wait to have what's at the end. Some are painful, some are joyous. Some are profitable, some will end with you losing everything."
Today I want to talk to you about another walk I recently made.
I am convinced that there is a serenity that comes from floating in the ocean that cannot be achieved by doing anything else. Maybe it's because I live in a landlocked state, or maybe it's just something that I feel. Regardless, our story begins with me, floating in the ocean, and listening.
My family was with me as I peacefully reflected on thoughts of life, the Universe, and everything. Aven was splashing around with Jennie, and Keeli and The Missus were floating as well, but I could tell they were involved in a deep discussion. They passed within earshot, and through a lull in the breakers, I overheard my wife telling our daughter about Jesus.
"Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting, but a woman who fears the LORD is to be praised."
Keeli has been asking questions about the Lord's Supper and baptism quite frequently, and we've been doing our best to answer those questions without using the phrase, "You have to be a Christian first." You see, I don't want our children to think that they need salvation simply so they can eat crackers on the last Sunday of the month or take a dip in the baptistery. I want them to know they need salvation for the right reasons.
I paddled closer for a listen, and then I realized that I needed to be praying for the whole situation. It wasn't too much longer before The Missus said, "Well, let's go get your daddy and we'll go have a talk." Then she looked at me and said, "Travis?"
"I've been listening," was my reply. "Do we need to go up to the condo?"
And so began The Walk.
I walked through the water, praying feverishly. "Lord, give me wisdom. Lord, please give me wisdom. Lord, please don't let me screw this up."
My toes hit the beach, and then the powder-fine white sand. My wife and our daughter in tow, and still I prayed. "Lord, it's been way too long since I've lead someone to salvation, or even used words to witness to someone face to face. Please give me the words she can understand."
The sand turned to wood, signaling the closeness of our destination. Just a few more steps. Likewise, my prayers turned as well, to thanks. "Thank you God, for a wife who can effectively minister to our children. Thank you for Jennie and her family, who have been stoic Christian examples in the turmoil of their lives. Thank you for this gift that You've given us that I have the privilege of sharing with our daughter."
And then we were there. We walked through the door, and I grabbed my Bible and told The Missus to give me a minute to myself so I could prepare for this. She nodded, and I walked out on the balcony, hit my knees, and repeated everything I'd prayed in the last five minutes.
On June 28th, 2003, a door opened, and my bride to be walked through, radiant, beautiful, and a gift from God.
On May 20th, 2011, a door opened, and our children jumped out and ran to meet us, radiant, beautiful, and gifts from God.
On May 25th, 2012, another door opened, and my wife and daughter walked through, radiant, beautiful, and absolutely gifts from God.
They sat beside me, and I started asking Keeli questions about her knowledge of salvation. I made it two sentences in, and I started crying. Keeli, the ever-empathetic child, started crying as well. It took a few minutes, but I finally explained to her that I wasn't sad at all, I was happy, and very proud.
In the end, we joined hands and prayed together as a family, and our beautiful daughter accepted Christ as her Savior. I promised her we'd talk to our pastor about baptism, which is something we're going to do this Sunday. I fully plan to be the one to baptize her, and I fully plan on being the biggest blubbering mess in the world whenever I do it.
And so The Road continues, and so do The Walks. For our daughter, this walk has consisted of being a baby born to a twelve year old kid, a six year walk through hell on earth, the life changing event of being given to new parents, and now securing a spot with Jesus in eternity.
I'll never understand why they went through what they did, and I'll never understand why we've gone through what we have. All I do understand is that the Lord has a Plan, and it's a plan for good, and not evil. A plan to give us hope, and a future.
And this little family He's given me is the best Plan I could have ever asked for.
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