Riley, my Miniature Pinscher, and I have a ritual every morning; we take a walk out across the field by a creek. As he does what all dogs do, pulling away trying to smell or sense every little thing around him, I guide his path by gentle, or firm tugs on his leash.
This morning as we explored a new field, dotted with Eastern Red-bud trees, Riley suddenly stopped dead in his tracks, and took the stance of a hunting dog. He paused, and then pounced on something in the tall grass. When his head came up in his mouth he had a creature of the field. As he started to run off with his prize I quickly gave a tug on his leash and commanded; "No Riley! put that down!" reluctantly he obeyed.
As we continued on our walk, Riley would turn and try to go back to his prey; but, with my hand firmly on the leash we safely navigated around groundhog burrows, and open storm drains, his efforts becoming less as I coached him gently, "Come on Riley, this is the way, Daddy will keep you safe."
On this Mothers Day how many of us can say, I'm so glad God instills in our Mothers the art of guiding with a leash. Oh yes, it is not a physical leash, but a method of directing our steps; A word of direction, a gentle guiding hand, and sometimes even the rod of correction keeps us safe and secure as we travel down our life's pathway.
I thank God for my Mother, Phyllis Buchanan, who knew how to hold my leash just right. More than once as I walked by her bedroom door in the night I heard her praying for her children, she knew where her help came from. There were times when like Riley, I was going after something in the wild and she would give a strong tug on my leash, by a word of correction or instruction. There were also times when I would knock on her door and she would invite me to come in and lay across the end of her bed where we would talk until the wee hours of the morning. The sound of her voice would give me comfort.
I want to say, Thank you Mom for keeping a firm grip on my leash.
My wife, Georgina, also knows how to hold a leash. Over the years I have watched as she coached, tugged, and even sometime had to firmly jerk the leash on our two children. What joy it gives me to say, my Georgie is a wonderful Mother. I am the proud father of two awesome young adults.
Now it is my daughter, Rachel's turn. As a mother of two children full of life, she is learning to keep a steady hand on their leashes, and she is doing a fine job. Our Daughter-in-law, Sunni, is becoming an expert at holding the leash for her two young children. I believe in Gods plan for our lives. He must take special care in choosing which Mother goes with which Child, and how strong their guiding grip on the leashes need to be.
We thank you Heavenly Father for giving our Mothers, just the right touch. Sometimes it is just the pulling back; "whoa you don't want to go there!" Other times it is, "come on, come on, come this way!" But, I think, most of all what they really are saying is; "keep on, keep on coming this way, you can make it!"
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