Deep Dark Forest
As a child I remember that nothing good would be found in
the deep, dark forest. That was the place where ogres, witches and goblins lived.
To venture into the deep dark forest was putting your life in the hands of those
who dwelt there. More than one fairy tale told the sad story of a child who did
listen to their parents, ventured into the forest and were never seen again.
Near our home is a small forest with lots of wildlife and a
mountain stream running through it. In the summer, the foliage is thick with
aspen, scrub pine and assorted brush. A wandering path with lots of bends and
dead ends, meets the requirements of a mysterious place. It is a perfect deep
dark forest to take our grandkids.
When Abby and Ella were just toddlers, Judy and I would put
them in a wagon and head for the forest. At first they were hesitant about
going into the woods. Judy would assure them that it was ok while I told them
to watch out for the ogres and goblins. The look on their faces was evidence
enough.
Now that they are older and able to walk to the forest, they
still want Nana and Papa to go with them. As we approach the edge of the woods,
the girls instinctively grab our hand. They are excited to take the stroll but
not with out a helping hand. It makes Nana and Papa feel needed and important in
their lives. Recently, Judy and I took Ella and her two-year-old brother Ben to
the forest. Ben is too young to be scared but Ella reached out for Nana’s hand.
I am reminded that everyone needs a safe hand to hold on to
as we venture down life’s path. As grownups, we may no longer believe in the
fairytale world, but there are enough dark places and unfamiliar trails where
the security of a steady hand calms all fears.
The Bible says “Even when I walk through the darkest valley,
I will not be afraid, for you are beside me. Your rod and staff protect and
comfort me.”
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