Isn’t that a lovely quote? When you actually think about stairs (the photo above is not my home) it can give you pause. When you are a little toddler and just beginning to walk, your parents walk beside you and hold your hand on the steps. You carefully hold that railing with all your might. You put one foot on the next step and then gingerly put your other foot on that same step. This goes on until you become fairly expert at it. Years later as a teen—you may dash up the stairs a few at a time. Coming down those stairs as a teen, you might fly down the bannister, or jump halfway down on the first shot, and the rest of the way on the second. You do it joyously.
Then you are older, with a baby in your arms. You walk those steps oh so carefully once again. Then you are there with your own toddler. Then you are older and trying to “get in shape” and you do the stairs many times a day, until… you are a bit rickety and have to hold that railing with all your might. One step at a time just like a toddler. But the important thing through all those stages in life is that you keep climbing.
Faith tells us it is worth it. Optimism tells us that is worth it. When we climb up the stairs, we can see out the window to the great wide world. We can rest in the rooms upstairs. When we climb down the stairs it is worth it too. Sustenance awaits in the kitchen. The door to the great wide world awaits. The presence of hope and love (in our own home or somewhere in the world) keeps me climbing. Even when I literally fall down the steps (or up them)—which I have been known to do. Remember, my parents enrolled me in dance class when I was tiny beCAUSE I lacked gracefulness :-).
I am a perennial optimist. I will climb the steps that faith built, and see out each window and door that hope has placed before me. Sending hugs and prayers…