I was rushing down a grocery aisle in WalMart...on a mission to "get it and go"...like usual.
I passed a woman pushing a cart and behind her, taking his time, was who I assumed to be her husband.
I passed a woman pushing a cart and behind her, taking his time, was who I assumed to be her husband.
He smiled slightly at me as I passed before quickly looking back down in proud admiration at the bundle of boy he held in his arms.
He hugged his sleeping 2-year-old son close to his chest.
Bleach blonde, rosy cheeked, absolutely adorable
...and completely zonked out
...arms hanging limp
Utterly oblivious to the bar code world his parents walked among and too exhausted to walk, he slept on and trusted his father to protect him and carry him wherever.
It is clear that his daddy didn't mind the burden...such love shone in his eyes.
Jesus, I pray I can learn to see examples of your love like this everyday.
Thank you for carrying me through parts of my journey that I cannot walk on my own.
And for walking with me when I can.
For rescuing me and begging for intimacy.
For your love
and your protection
and your grace.
Always
~Merely Mortal
