My son reluctantly accepted the offer to be my brother-in-law's ring bearer for his wedding. I say reluctant because he was nervous that he would have to walk down the aisle by himself. I explained to him as I escorted him to the back of the church before finding my seat, "Just look at your father" (my husband was officiating the ceremony). It was one of those moments that made me remember all those same moments in my life when I needed to "look at my father" when I was nervously anticipating the road ahead. Sometimes all I needed was that reassurance that God was in front of me, going ahead of me and guiding my every step. Sometimes I trusted in the fact he was guiding me, and other times, like my son, I didn't have the self-confidence I needed to believe I could complete the task at hand. It wasn't easy in those moments, and has not gotten easier since those times. I probably will always need God to say to me " Just look at your father."
Have you taken your eyes off your father?
A wife. a mother. A pastor's wife. Above all, a Christ follower.
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