Frontiers

I am standing at the edge of some sort of frontier.  My hearts thumps more quickly as I look toward the horizon. I hesitate, then proceed. Each step I take I am changing, hopefully for the better, as I move away from where I've always been and towards the place my heart, and God, tell me to go.

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I asked Cassidy to get the mail for me today.  She was wearing her swimsuit and so she needed to put on some clothes before heading outside into our windy Thursday.  Excitedly she did so, and then, when the moment came to open the door, she decided she didn't want to do it alone.

"Something will get me," she said.

"You'll be just fine, and I will watch you through the window," I said.

She smiled nervously, opened the door, and stepped outside.  I imagined her first tentative steps, and then saw her move into my line of sight.  She turned to the window to be sure I was watching and then took off, racing on tiptoe; I could almost hear how fast her heart was beating.  I smiled and watched, wondering if I was encouraging her to freedom prematurely.

She opened the box and, between quick glances to our window, tried to pry from it my personal version of a new frontier. 

Back on tiptoe she speedily returned, admitting it was too much for the tiny bit of 5-year old strength she carries within.

So she took her sister's hand and together they accomplished the task.  

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In the moments when I feel alone, I have a window to look into that reveals my Father's face, and a sister's hand to hold.