Sitting and looking out my
window is a trend. I am like a cat on a
windowsill on a rainy afternoon looking for some sun. I see a man and his son, both of African
descent walk down my street. The man has
his hand on the back of his son and this image touches me. The son with his over- sized jacket and backpack
walking next to his father; keeping pace.
The son’s shorter legs is trying to keep up with the fast pace of his
father’s. His backpack falls a little off
the side of his arm. They are most definitely
heading some place together. Maybe home
from a long day at school and work. I
don’t know where they are going, but they are together; father supporting his
son, and son trying to be like his father.
It makes me think how
important it is to keep pace with our Heavenly Father, who walks beside us,
who offers us a hand of support, who smiles when our growing legs are trying to
emulate the strength and agility of his own.
This image of father and son is
one of love and so is a loving God who longs to Father us just as and where we
are.
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