Saturday, July 4, 2020
Birth of a nation
I want my children to love you
I don't even know what that's supposed to look like anymore
Perhaps you don't even know either
I stare at that black frame with three smiling faces snuggled closely
I stare and see genuine joy
I stare and I cry and I wonder
Is this how you feel, too?
Do you wait and wonder if your kids will grow up to love you too?
Do you glance at the pages of Scripture and notice their portrayal of you?
Is that really you?
Was that ever really you?
Those who have seen you have seen the father
But is the inverse also true?
I rely heavily upon my bride for such hope and training in love
To see the father
To be the father
We never saw before
Do you rely upon your wife too?