Count Your Blessings #128 – Walking hand-in-hand with my children

Another PlaceEarlier this evening on twitter I asked this question: “Do I stay or do I go – have finished meetings, am I better finishing work here, or better going home and finishing there?”

Steve replied: “Go home and have a walk in the evening sunshine – I should take my own advise!”

As it happened Emily, Jonathan and myself found ourselves surprisingly at a loose end this evening. With Steve’s words still on my mind, we took his advice and drove up to Scorton; it’s a beautiful little Lancashire village.

We parked the car by the bowling green next to the church. The crown green bowling was in full swing – a quintessentially English scene.

A walk in ScortonAs we made our way up the hill Jonathan and Emily both put their hands through my arms as we walked along. As they are 12 and 16 I regard this as something of a miracle. Mark Twain famously said:

When I was a boy of fourteen, my father was so ignorant I could hardly stand to have the old man around. But when I got to be twenty-one, I was astonished at how much the old man had learned in seven years.

It’s a real privilege to know that they both think that being around their old dad isn’t too bad after all.

Beyond the bowling green we decided to explore a new path alongside the stream. It was so pretty as the dappled light of the lowering sun shining through the trees.

We took the camera and each experimented with different scenes and views as we went along.

A walk in ScortonThe plan was to walk up around the village and then back down to the village shop where they serve some of the best locally made ice-cream around. Unfortunately the shop was closed and we were left feeling just a little cheated. We had no option but to drive off to the local garage and buy a manufactured ice-cream instead. Sitting in the car scoffing isn’t the same as meandering along with a proper cone in your hand.

We finished our walk as we started it – hand-in-hand.

The touch of a hand is a very powerful thing, something very reassuring, very safe.

The touch of Jesus hand was very powerful indeed. One day he went to the house of a ruler who’s daughter had just died:

When Jesus entered the ruler’s house and saw the flute players and the noisy crowd, he said, “Go away. The girl is not dead but asleep.” But they laughed at him. After the crowd had been put outside, he went in and took the girl by the hand, and she got up. News of this spread through all that region.

Matthew 9

There’s a gospel song that goes like this:

Put your hand in the hand of the man who stilled the water
Put your hand in the hand of the man who calmed the sea
Take a look at yourself
And you can look at others differently
Put your hand in the hand of the man from Galilee

What safer place could there be.

3 thoughts on “Count Your Blessings #128 – Walking hand-in-hand with my children”

  1. A lovely post, Graham.
    My eldest is 11 now, and I can almost feel the sands of time slipping away with regard to our physical closeness. I intend to keep taking the time to walk as you did with your kids for as long as possible.
    Love the Mark Twain quote too…

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  2. Thanks Stuart.
    One of the wisest things that someone said to me was – “you have your children on your terms for a short time, after that they have you on their terms”.
    The balance of “terms” is definitely starting to change.

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  3. Beautiful, Graham. You are fantastic writer and this kind of post is very uplifting. You’re creating a treasure chest of memories for your children that will someday mean much more to them than perhaps today.

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