Thursday, July 21, 2005

“Hey Dad watch this! Dad!! DAAaad… look at me!!” (dad is a bit hard of hearing). Dad turns to watch his son jump on his hands and kick his feet out and eventually slams his body on the ground. He is attempting to perform a kicking action that his mind has created but they are the most awkward movements that I have witnessed and yet the most beautiful thing that I can see.

All he wants is for me to keep my eyes on him. Kicking or not, he wants my attention which mostly is a form of affection to him. At that moment I am reminded of what my Father sees in me. I may be as clumsy as an ox in a Waterford crystal store but my Father isn’t interested in my graceful movements. He doesn’t care so much at what I am doing at the time as how badly I need His attention.