Younger, Warrior Son not wanting to venture out in such slush, stays behind. For a little while. He thinks a long moment, then asks, “Mom, Where’s Dad?” A missed opportunity now dawning on him. “They went outside. Remember? You didn’t want to go. To muddy.” I explain.
Little warrior feet now running through our farmhouse, then out. There. Where slimey surfaces saturate and transfer grimey goo to cowboys and boots they walk in.
With Daddy and other Son long gone, younger Son must wait for them. But he doesn’t. Young in years, but bold in temperament and a little confident in “warrior” skills, he set out to those meadows. To where I don’t know, because I never knew he went. Until he returned from the east meadow.
My little warrior Son searched for Dad, he now tells me. Looked in meadows and by newly rebuilt ponds, to no avail. No Dad. No Analytical Son, known to him as brother. Alone with a stick, young Son braved wild animals and lone tracks made by little warrior boots. Or so I thought. Someone else was there, he excitedly explains. While still grappling with the lone distance he’d gone, away in hidden grasses, and “what if’s” bursting through my head, he exclaims “Mom, I felt the Lord with me!”
While walking in wide open spaces and squishy earth, traversing vast steps of oneness, the LORD stepping there too. Finding Dad, was where he found Eternal Dad. Among sleepy meadows, creation speaking of HIM, like the water seeping from the earth. Dad, Abba joined this little heart’s journey. A heart that longed to be with Dad and found it.
A literal WALK with Him this Wednesday. One that'd make any Mama's heart smile. And can make yours smile too, because He wants to walk with you.

Oh Tammy... off to find tissues...
ReplyDeleteCorinne! Actually, this was a "picture perfect" moment to an "imperfect" day. One that fell apart after lunch, was redeemed in this precious walk. So yea, I pasted the pretty stuff. I left out the ugly. :)
ReplyDeletePs. I LOVED your post! So lost in Hubby being home and finding rest, I missed "seeing" you.
P.s.s. The not-so-good, the bad, and the
ReplyDeleteugly--earlier in the day, Warrior Son put on his war paint, his battle cry (AKA--"No I won't do what you tell me") and went to war. On the wrong side I might add. God can use his little warrior spirit but God help him until he does. And God help me too! :)
Mmm...that's a wonderful story. I love the way God speaks to those little young warriors of ours-of His, actually.
ReplyDeleteKathy, my boys ask those hard questions from time to time. Why can't I see God? How do I know if Jesus is in my heart? How am I supposed to hear God? How do I know when He's telling me something? These are the kinda of questions I've been training them up in. Tough ones but I've found many a answer in His word. Shew! So my little one (after having a not so wonderful moment earlier in the day), experienced an answer to some of those questions. Thanks for stopping in Kathy! I went to your place and I do love how He speaks to our little ones and to US grownups!
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ReplyDeletelove you all and miss everyone
SIS (aka Michelle)! sniff, sniff back. I MISS you too. (sigh) We'll have to plan another visit between dental bills, car repairs, and all that life stuff that gets in the way. Love you!!
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