like a child

        Sometimes the simplest things are the ones that stick with you.  Speak to your heart.  Just when you least expect it. 

        A few years ago, I was waiting for a friend in a shopping center parking lot.  It was a roasting hot day and so bright that you couldn’t go out without sunglasses.  I sat watching the comings and goings.

        After a while, the door of the dry cleaners opened, and a father walked out with his little boy.  They were holding hands, and the boy was so small that his chubby arm was almost straight up in the air.  As soon as they hit the sunlight, he squeezed his eyes shut and just trotted along beside his dad.  When they came to the curb, he took one quick, squinty look and then closed his eyes again and popped his fingers back into his mouth.  Out they went into the traffic of cars and people.  Eyes closed.  No worries.  Trusting his father.

        I sat in my car thinking.  That’s it.  That’s how I want to live.  I want to trust my Father so much that I’m comfortable even when I can’t see where I’m going.  Even when I’m walking through traffic.