Russell is a late walker. He is 16 months old now and mainly he still walks on his knees. Here is the thing: he can walk. I see him do it, but he just moves so fast walking on his knees that I guess he thinks, “Why bother?”. When the knee-walking works so well, the motivation to change is just not very high.
I understand, Buddy. I am late at a few things too. I am late at learning that not every situation can be smoothed over, no matter how hard I try. I am late to accept that love and small resentments can co-exist, and that doesn’t mean that the ship is sinking. I am late at realizing that almost everyone does what they do for a reason, and if I will listen long enough, I may just come to understand why.
But you know what? Late is okay sometimes, and grace is for the late ones. First steps will come soon enough. In the meantime, from the first steps until the last steps, God’s grace is sufficient for both of us.