My sister didn’t talk in sentences yet, so she was probably two or three years old. I was no older than five. When we went out to play, I was responsible for watching her. On this particular day, the two of us went for a walk. Very likely I didn’t have permission from my mother. I remember how sunny and beautiful the weather was and how much I enjoyed walking along the curbs in our little suburb.
Toddling along, holding my hand, she followed me faithfully through the neighborhood. The trees were all young and provided little shade. Before long, I was lost. I’d changed directions several times trying to find the way home. Sitting down on a curb, I began to weep.
Dutifully she sat down beside me, for a few moments, looking at me with pity in her eyes. She’d followed me all the way without straying, but in my state of woe, she refused to stay with me. She started to run away. I knew better than to go home without my sister. I tried to make her go my way, but she was determined to go her way, relegating me to the position of follower.
It wasn’t long before she led the two of us home, straight home, no stopping. She knew where it was. My little sister was not lost! Apparently, we were not gone as long as I’d thought, because we hadn’t been missed yet. My sweet sister, with her innate sense of direction, saved the day!
Isaiah 11:6 (The Bible) – The wolf also shall dwell with the lamb, and the leopard shall lie down with the kid; and the calf and the young lion and the fatling together; and a little child shall lead them.
I guess that would be one of his little children that He gave a good sense of direction for leadership. 🙂