Whenever I hear my Dad pray or my Mom read a story, there’s a calm that instantly rests inside. I don’t even hear what they’re saying. I just hear peace in the lilt of their voices.
I got to see the hard-wiring for that aural bond installed on Sunday. Grant joined us for the congregational singing since there was no formal choir that morning. And Gavin was enthralled by Grant’s singing “This is my Father’s World.” He was totally riveted and lunged toward Daddy and was only content when he nuzzled Daddy’s shoulder.
Another human example of how gently God parents us.
My Shepherd will supply my need:
Jehovah is His Name;
In pastures fresh He makes me feed,
Beside the living stream.
He brings my wandering spirit back
When I forsake His ways,
And leads me, for His mercy’s sake,
In paths of truth and grace.
When I walk through the shades of death
His presence is my stay;
One word of His supporting grace
Drives all my fears away.
His hand, in sight of all my foes,
Doth still my table spread;
My cup with blessings overflows,
His oil anoints my head.
The sure provisions of my God
Attend me all my days;
O may Thy house be my abode,
And all my work be praise.
There would I find a settled rest,
While others go and come;
No more a stranger, nor a guest,
But like a child at home.
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Camille, This is so precious! I hate to do this here but I want to send an email to you two concerning the post you left on my blog. I don’t seem to have an address in my addressbook that I think is current for you. Can you email me at cozartl@sbclgobal.net with that info? Thanks!
That is beautiful.