One morning, clad in my trusty active wear after the school drop-off, I ran into an old friend at Woolies.
Our hurried in-and-out mission was evident, each of us clutching a handful of items to our chests, forsaking the convenience of a trolley or basket. (I always do this and end up needing the trolley anyway!).
He asked me about my life, my writing and how I was getting on. I confessed that after finally breaking free from my corporate job, I often had moments of self-doubt. What next? Am I doing the right thing? Where am I going? What if….
“Oh ye of little faith,” he laughed!
He asked me if I was able to imagine that I was a child and that my parent was God. “So, just like you do with your children when you are going somewhere that they have never been. You lead the way, right? You make sure everything you need is available and you provide for little hiccups, which you roll with. Right? In turn, your kids know you’ve got them. They don’t stand there thinking, does she really know where we are going? What if there are hyenas around the next corner? What if she is not really our mother? No, they trust you.”
I was nodding and smiling as he spoke, watching his blue eyes sparkle and his sangoma beads pop.
“Would you lead them into danger? No! Of course not, Lee. Do they have to worry if they are warm enough, have enough money or where you will park? No! Of course not. Are you always thinking of what’s best for them, dreaming big dreams for them?”
As I left the chilled aisles of Woolies, Chuckles in hand, his words echoed in my mind. They sparked contemplation about trust, purpose, and the profound responsibility we have as both parents and seekers of our own life paths. And how far a little faith can go.
I’m interested to know:
Do you have this kind of faith?
Do you trust the guidance you’re receiving?
Do you always feel held and supported?
I want that for us all.
Lee
Lee Mayimele 