Walk In His Steps
My first winter after moving to Illinois I enjoyed playing in the snow with my kids. After the first real snow fall we grabbed our sleds and headed out to a big hill by our house. We had to walk quite a distance in fairly deep snow. After we got to the hill and had gone sledding for about 45 minutes, it was time to head home for lunch. I started walking back through the snow to the car. My daughter, 8 years old, and my son, 5 years old fell in step behind me. I began to take smaller steps and told the kids to walk in my footsteps because then they wouldn't have to trudge through the snow as hard. After a minute I turned around and looked at my son's little feet walking in my steps. He had to take giant steps in order to walk in what I thought were my little steps. I then began taking what I thought were baby steps. Another minute or so passed and I turned to look again, this time he followed along very easily, keeping pace with me. Instantly I saw a lesson right there. I kn...