He had slept well and as he awoke he lay still for just a
moment or two. His eyes moved but his
body reminded in the “I’m still asleep” position. He took in the pale light shining through his
window. He loved that his window faced
the East and as the son peaked its flaming head above the horizon it brought
light into his room.
He stepped out of bed and went about the process of getting
ready to go downstairs. With his cloths
on and his face washed and his teeth brushed and his bed made, he proceeded
down the stairs. He was sure that in the
kitchen he would see his mom, busily making breakfast for him and his dad. He could smell the breakfast aromas drifting
down the hallway. Most likely, his dad
would be sitting at the table drinking his coffee and thumbing through the
morning paper. They would greet him with
a smile and a big hug. They would make
him feel loved, and welcome to be there with them.
Tim rounded the corner and sure enough all was as he had
expected. He responded to their
greetings, gave a big hug in return and sat down beside his father at the
table.
They shared their morning meal and their morning plans. They listened as each one told of their
hopes, plans and work that was to be done today. There was no radio, TV or computer to jockey
for their attention. All interruptions
were removed.
The conversation quieted and Tim got in a meditative mood
for a moment.
“Dad?”
“Yes son, what is it”?
“Dad, I just wanted you to know how much I love you”. Tim’s
words were honest and straight-forward.
“Oh, Tim, I love you too”.
His dad said.
“And Dad, I just want to do the things that you want me to do
today. Because I want you to be proud of
me and I want to be just like you.”
Dad’s heart just leaped within his chest. His son had ways of making him so very happy.
What more could he want than a child who loved him, wanted to please him and
wanted to be like him? He moved from his
chair and held Tim in his arms and hugged him tightly. He realized at that
moment that he would do anything for his child.
Wouldn’t you like to have a child like that?
So would God.
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