When I was born, I would say that I was an average baby. I got hair when normal babies get hair, I started teething when normal babies start teething. And when I was around eight months old, I started to walk. Now like any baby, I stumbled... a lot. I would take a step and then fall. On a good day, I would take maybe three steps then fall. Of course, as I have gotten older, I have actually learned how to walk, as most kids my age have.

But as I look back now, 15 and so many months later, I realize that this process of learning how to walk is like learning how to be a good Christian. Having grown up in a firmly built Christian household, you quickly get the hang of going to church, praying before meals, and even saying the Lord's Prayer by memory. When I was 8 years old, I decided to accept Christ as my one and only Savior. And ever since then it's been this process of learning how to walk with Christ.

I think of it like this:

You know when you see little kids "walking" on a sidewalk or in the grocery store and they can't quite keep their balance so they hold onto a basket or their father's little finger? That's us as Christians. We stumble and fall and whine and cry, but when we look up, our Father is right there holding our hand.

So why do we let go of His hand when we know that as soon as we let go, we will fall right back down?

I am still learning to be balanced in my faith and walk with courage as I go through this journey called life. And as I go through this game, adventure, thing, life, (whatever you want to call it) I know I will have plenty of obstacles to go through, but during this journey, I have a great, great father to look up to while walking.