He was an eighteen-month-old walking around in a large gathering of people and I was observing him. Seeing his dad, the boy started slapping his dad on the knees. The father, however, was too busy talking to take notice. Not getting a response, the little guy turned to look for his mother.
I wonder how many times my own son wanted his dad’s attention and I never gave it to him. Pain grips my heart at the possibility of opportunities missed. Our heavenly Father never does such things.
Casting all your anxieties on Him, because He cares for you.
God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble.
He’s been here and He feels our pain. As we like to say, “You can go to Him anytime, anywhere, about anything.” Give it some thought.
Gary