Going on Walks

Does walking with my little one in a front carrier count as weight-bearing exercise?

I hope so, because I love it.  We try to go on walks every week day.  This week, especially, has been beautiful outside.

I sing as we walk, and Gemma makes the motor boat sound.  We say hello to the birdies, the ducks and the geese.  We stop to touch the tree trunks and the bushes.  And I talk to my little one,

"Do you hear the birdies, Gemma?  They're singing praises to God.  He made them to sing praises to Him, and He made us to sing praises to Him, too.  They can praise Him perfectly, because they have bird-natures.  We can't praise Him perfectly, because we have sinful natures.  Once, there were people who could praise Him perfectly.  Our first parents were like that.  They were made in the image of God, and we have God's image, too.  But they chose to sin, and now we are all sinners.  That's why we must trust in Jesus with all our hearts.  He is the only one who can take away our sins.  There's nothing we can do ourselves."

The sentences are choppy because I'm speaking as I walk.

"One day, we will live with Jesus in heaven, and it will be so beautiful.  And, then, one day, Jesus will reign on the earth and everything will be perfect and happy.  We will be able to praise Him perfectly."

*pause.* This is only half of the story.


"But if we don't trust in Jesus, we shall be apart from Him forever.  There will be nothing but endless death.  We are full of sin, and the Bible says that the wages of sin is death.  That place will be dark, and full of torment, and full of suffering.  It's very, very scary, and it's very, very real.

"That's hard to imagine, because the world seems beautiful now.  It's beautiful now because God is giving us sinners a chance to repent."

I know she doesn't understand all the words.  But she lays her head on my chest and I hug her tight and pray for her little soul . . .