Eclectic Waters

“One of the stories the preacher shared still sticks with me. A young boy and his father were shopping at the mall. After only a few stores, the boy had grown tired and fussy. In an effort to keep the boy’s crankiness at bay, the father had picked up his son, pressed him tightly against his chest in a bear-like hug, and began singing a random, original song over his child. The lyrics blended phrases like, “I love you,” “You are my son,” “I love being with you,” and “You and me together.” Though the lyrics lacked rhyme and the song lacked rhythm, the young boy sat calmly in his father’s arms for the remainder of the shopping expedition.

As they were leaving the mall and making their way to the car, the young boy looked up into his father’s eyes and said, “Sing it again, Daddy. Sing it again!”…

The words of my heavenly father are not tiresome, but instead remind me of God’s faithfulness. Like the young boy, I love to hear my heavenly father’s voice…

I am grateful for the moments when God draws my heart back to his. Like the young boy, my spirit cries out, Sing it again, Abba. Sing it again!”

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