Little Jonathan has come through yet another malady with flying colors. Thank you so much for your prayers. Not only did the followup appointments go swimmingly but God used the time for Jonathan and I to really connect and love each other. He was completely comfortable and satisfied that it was “dad” doing the loving and holding and soothing. This is an important thing for me and for so many fathers. Sometimes it seems the only attention the kids give is to their mom, especially while still feeding. I’m loving the way this has all drawn me and my boy closer.

And, it was a time of journaling and letting God speak. We are so eager to fill our quiet time or waiting time with something. Car rides, bus rides, waiting rooms, lineups.  We pop in our ear-buds and let so many “false prophets” and “God-wanna-be’s” fill our ears. Twice now in the past couple of days, I have turned on the radio or picked up a magazine to fill some space or kill some time. And both times the hollowness has rung out like a bell. Drivel. Meaningless pish-posh. Pablum. All I wanted, all I craved, was to hear God’s voice. I didn’t want to pray or request or complain or give thanks. I just wanted to listen and allow him to come for my heart. The Psalm response I heard so often as a child echoed in my head. “Lord you have the words of everlasting life.” And come God did. These past months have been filled with instances of being romanced and cared for by our Creator. Miracles big and small. Words of affirmation and comfort. Reassurance.

And as I reflect, I see me holding Jonathan through his needs and whispering into his ear words of comfort, stroking his hair. And, I see God holding me through my needs, providing for everything, giving in abundance and whispering words of life into my ear.

“Our Father, who is in heaven, blessed be your name.”

Going where called,
Doing what is asked,

Doug