My pastor’s son’s name is Tobias. We call him Toby. He is precious! He is the kind of kid who brings perspective into the room when he bounces in. But sometimes Toby can get anxious when he doesn’t know where dad is.
Yesterday Toby was standing at the front of the church when he realized he didn’t know where his dad was. He started to get really upset and scared. I took his hand and told him we would go find his dad together. About the time we were halfway down the aisle someone opened the door of the church, and I saw Shawn standing outside. I told Toby, “I see your dad. He’s just outside.” This did little to calm his heart until he actually saw his dad.
I was thinking that the whole experience was a picture of my life in the last couple of months. It has been so hard to see where my Dad is and what He is trying to teach me. Life has been scary, confusing and painful.
I am so grateful for the friends who have taken my hand, quite literally at times, and have walked me to my Father. I know it’s bad that most days I am just trying to make it through. But His mercy has given me dear friends who have listened and cried with me. They have prayed for me and with me, spoken truth (the gentle and the tough) and sometimes just kicked my butt on an afternoon run. They have offered their homes and their lives to me. Mostly they have just offered their time and concern. And in giving of themselves they point me towards the Father when I can not see or hear Him.