Children Are Amazing Arrows Soaring Into The World

Like arrows in the hands of a warrior are children born in one’s youth Psalm 127:4

I held the bow in my left hand.  With my right hand, I simultaneously gripped the arrow and pulled the string back as far as I could.  I squinted my eyes, zeroing in on the bullseye, the target.  I released the string, and with a twang, the arrow went sailing through the air – landing about three feet in front of me.

It was in my 10th grade P.E. class and once again I embarrassed myself with my lack of athleticism.  Oh well, at least I didn’t let a team down.  Thank goodness for individual sports like archery.

I am the most un-athletic person I know.  When I was young, unless one of my best friends was captain, I was usually among the last three picked for a team.  My natural reflex to any type of ball heading in my direction was to flinch and cover my face with  my hands.  I never learned tennis or golf, the games of women my age.

The only athletic activity I am remotely adept in is snow-skiing.  Go figure – I’m a native Floridian and lifelong resident of the snowless, mountainless state.  Even so, I’m not a proficient skier.  Just ask my husband, whom I have pushed off the chair-lift more than once; or my brother, who once skied backwards while holding my ski tips when I panicked at the top of a mountain; or that couple in Austria I plowed down as I tried to make a turn.  I’m thankful I couldn’t understand them as they were picking themselves up off the ground – I think it was something like “stupid American.”

So, you get the picture.  I am not athletic.  At. All.  I do well to walk my dog, although I once sprained my ankle doing that.  Considering this, I have one simple question.

If children are like arrows, how in the world did I manage to shoot mine off so far?

One child is in the business world in Nashville, 700 miles from home.  The other is in graduate school in Edinburgh, Scotland studying Urban Strategies and Design.  It is my prayer that wherever they go and whatever they do, they will bring honor to God and help further His Kingdom in our world.  Perhaps I should have added to my quiver, I may have had one who stayed a little closer to home.

Children are like arrows we shoot into the world

                  My Two Arrows Shot Too Far

About the author : Kim Wilbanks

Kim Wilbanks

Kim is a wife and mother of two adult children who left the nest and landed in different states. Her blog Kim Wilbanks - Feathering My Empty Nest focuses on the ups and downs of adjusting to that empty nest. Her “baby”, a faithful corgi named Higgins helps. Kim is involved in her local church as a MOPS Mentor Mom and a student of Precepts Bible Studies. She also enjoys traveling with her husband.

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