Today my wonderful husband and I celebrate our 15th year as husband and wife. Good stuff. Amazing if you consider I never wanted to get married. Fortunately, I wasn’t in charge . . .
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“Do you want me to throw you?” asked the thick-shouldered camp counselor.
Jacob shook his head no. “I don’t want my face in the water,” explained the five-year old.
The big man placed Jacob on his submerged knee and bounced the little boy up-and-down. A wide grin split Jacob’s face and giggles bubbled from the percolating pool water. Jacob tumbled backwards, but strong arms caught him before the water closed over his face. With the ruff and tumble play that kept the little boy safely above the water line, the counselor won Jacob’s trust.
The relationship between man and boy blossomed. When Jacob needed help cutting his chicken fried steak; When Jacob wanted to ask a question; When Jacob needed encouragement to jump from the tower–the man was there.
The last day of family camp, he gave Jacob one final hug.
Tears clogged my throat and threatened to drown me. He loved my boy. He knew, accepted and enjoyed my son.
When I embrace Jesus, does the Father’s heart swell with delight?
When I love His other children–the sales clerk at Michaels, the teen across the street, the grumpy bus driver–does God’s heart burst with gratitude?