After dinner, it was still pretty nice out, so we headed out to the park to work off some of the pizza. As soon as get to the park, we began playing a game of tag on the equipment. Obviously dad was “IT” and so it began. This is where my youngest son blew my mind...
I started chasing him and he ran up towards the slide where he had 3 options to escape.
- fire pole on the right
- climb down ladder on the left
- slide straight ahead.
As I was thinking about “dude night” and my son’s fearless leap, 2 thoughts came to mind. I first got really scared because he wasn’t scared. Then my second thought was, Imagine what he could do if God got a hold of him and planted some God sized dreams and ideas in his head!
Where is my faith?
When did i quit jumping?
So my prayer today is that God would begin (or continue) to work in both of my boys’ lives and may they always have faith in Him and to be able to jump without fear.
