My youngest Grandson Thom was tiny when we began hiking in the mountains as a family. Andy, his father, would tie him to a rope and to the rocky, narrow footpaths. Thom was oblivious to the peril. He confidently marched away on his little legs while we played a game called Thomas the Tank. He was the engine of course. The person on the other end of the rope was the carriage being dragged along in his wake. More than once the rope proved to be the tank’s saving grace, as the plucky youngster left the tracks for a steep road less traveled. In these moments, the intervention of a quick hand would redirect the tank engine to its task.
Lesson 31: This is where we find peace
Lesson 31: This is where we find peace
Lesson 31: This is where we find peace
My youngest Grandson Thom was tiny when we began hiking in the mountains as a family. Andy, his father, would tie him to a rope and to the rocky, narrow footpaths. Thom was oblivious to the peril. He confidently marched away on his little legs while we played a game called Thomas the Tank. He was the engine of course. The person on the other end of the rope was the carriage being dragged along in his wake. More than once the rope proved to be the tank’s saving grace, as the plucky youngster left the tracks for a steep road less traveled. In these moments, the intervention of a quick hand would redirect the tank engine to its task.