Baby Steps

When Bea learned to walk, our world drastically slowed down. No longer content to ride in the Ergo or stroller, she insisted on going herself. This newfound independence was amazing to watch, but the days of long hikes and walks seemed to be over – we were now in a space of one mile, very slow rambles.

Learning to take baby steps
Learning to take baby steps

We would walk a bit, find a rock or twig, and wait while she examined it. Everything could be – and was – explored, so we learned to stop and look and wait alongside our inquisitive daughter.

The world has felt like its taking baby steps lately. In the midst of these excruciatingly slow changes, I’ve been trying not to lose patience; to practice the art of waiting. Perhaps not passively, but patiently.

We’ve had centuries to recognize and remedy racism, yet we are still faced daily with examples of injustice against people simple for the color of their skin. Baby steps toward reconciliation. One of God’s first commands was to care for the Earth and its animals, yet we continue to add chemicals and hormones, creating toxic waste through the ways we process our food. Baby steps toward restoration. The church has, in so many ways, shown hypocrisy and judgement rather than hope and grace. Baby steps toward redemption.

I’m sure the people who have gone before me look at my own baby steps with impatience and wonder why I can’t catch up. And, I look at those behind me and wonder why their journey is just now beginning. And yet, as we all take baby steps together, the world slowly changes.

Linked with Kate Motaung’s Five Minute Friday, a time to write without editing.