My Father

I recently visited the small and beautiful town in Virginia where I grew up. Going back to visit feels like going back in time.

One of the many memories that stirred up for me happened when I was in kindergarten. My mom let me go home with a classmate after school.

I remember my mom being asked if I would be able to give them directions to my home when our play time was over. She assured them that I would.

While I may have appreciated the confidence my mom had in me, the whole time I was at my friend’s house I was afraid I wouldn’t. They lived way across town in a completely different neighborhood.

When it was time for them to take me home, it was obvious that I didn’t know the way.

I was scared.

When we drove under a certain bridge, I knew we were headed in the right direction.

Then, they started asking me about what places were close to my house.

The only thing I could think of was the ice cream shop that we went to.

Somehow we got to the shopping center with the ice cream shop. That’s when I saw my dad drive by on his way home from work.

With a huge sense of relief and so much excitement, I pointed to his car and said, “Follow him.”

Later that evening, when I was safely home, I reflected on this. I thought about how I wasted the time with my friend. I thought about how much fun I could have had if I wasn’t afraid.

At five years old I learned a lesson, firsthand, that still serves me well today.

Don’t be afraid.

Wow . . .

“Follow Him.”

Here’s to more WOW Moments!

Lucy