By Megan Clark
Everyone should be so lucky to be able to take a walk with Harrison. The kid talks non-stop, but not in a nonsensical way. He is philosophical, inventive, imaginative, and puts complicated matters in a simple order. In just a few minutes, you’ll be laughing and pondering your own worldview as Harrison has innocently made you question why you see things the way you do.
I never knew five-year-olds could stress about the future, but then again, since becoming a parent, I’ve learned more than all my years of formal education ever taught me.
Harrison and I were riding in the car when he confided his inner turmoil, “Mom, I really don’t know what I’m going to do. I want to be so many things when I grow up, and I know for most of the things I want to be I need to make plans for the kind of school or training I need. But I can’t do it all, and I’m afraid I’ll pick the wrong one and not be able to get back to the right one. I want to do what God wants me to do, but He hasn’t told me what He wants me to do yet.”
My heart caught, and I prayed for wisdom. In my mind, he has years ahead to play, grow, and be a kid, but in his five-year-old world, this was catastrophic. He didn’t need me to point out the timeline; he needed a compatriot to fight fear head on.
In that quiet car, I recited Psalm 119:105 to my furrowed brow boy: “A lamp doesn’t give off a light to see the entire route, just enough for the next step. With God’s guidance and His Spirit in you, you’ll have just what you need for each step.” Excitement spread across his little face, and he said, “Like LEGOs! If I flipped to the end of the instructions and tried to build from the finished picture I’d mess it all up and miss out on how I even got there!”
“But when I go page by page I know which blocks I need and how they fit together. That’s just like God! He will give me the blocks I need for each day to build my life! I won’t be overwhelmed by the finished project just taking one page of instructions at a time!” And just like that the worry and fear melted from his face and was replaced with peace and contentment. He was done and moved on, but I was left pondering deep in my heart the words of wisdom my little boy spoke to me without knowing.
I was full of wonder at the lesson I just learned from my five-year-old and with awe at our God who spoke to a boy through LEGOs.
Volume 9 Issue 1 - The Renewanation Review