I was doing some clean up. Just wrapping up a day with a few minutes of tyding up the office before heading home to my bride of 36+ years. There it was. I don’t know why it was there. I don’t know how long it had been there. I do know that it is the kind of thing this sentimental old pastor collects and that it is usually kind of thing that ends up in a file labeled “A Hedge Against Depression”.
How did it wind up in that pile of papers? Or why, in the sovereignty of God, I would find it today of all days.
But it was a cool wind in a desert.
It was a new joy after a dry and difficult week.
It was a sip of cold water for a parched throat.
It was encouragment in a tired moment.
It brought tears to this father’s heart
And it made me long for more time with my children and the wife of my joy.
Love your kids people. You don’t know how long you have with them or how much you will cherish the moments that captures the time when you were their hero.