Like a baby, my first steps are difficult.
I fall countless times.
There are bruises and wounds to remember the struggle.
And like a baby, I keep trying.
Like a baby, I look ahead and find Father waiting for me.
If I just keep trying…
I must keep trying.
And like a baby, I fall once more.
With each step I take, I feel farther and farther from my destination.
And like a baby, I look back. I want to go back.
I want to crawl once more.
And like a baby, I cry. I let the emotion overtake me.
My legs give way.
And like a baby, I fall.
But unlike a baby, I finally stop the flow of tears
Realizing that I am the only one that can push myself forward.
I see how far I’ve come. I don’t want to crawl, I want to run.
I push myself forward.
Before, one step felt like forever. But now I am so close.
I can smell it, I can taste it.
And unlike a baby, I run.
I run because I can. I run because I want to leave the past behind me and go forward. I run because a warm embrace is waiting for me.
I run into Father’s arms. I made it.