I went snowshoeing with my dad at the Kennebec Highlands- an untouched wilderness oasis. Dad trailblazed before me the entire way- with such a recent storm, we were the first tracks on the trail. Dad would take one step forward and I would follow in his tracks. He made the walk easy for me- plowing the way. And he didn't mind. At all. That's just what he does. Because he's my dad. He even took short steps, for my short legs. God is like that- clearing a path before me, just for me, just because he loves me.
I want to always walk in my father's footsteps.
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