our Father...

There were so many things I didn’t understand about that day. I certainly didn’t understand that there was a real big difference between my earthly father and my heavenly father. I must have said, “our father, who art in heaven”, dozens of times but I guess I never thought about the fact that He was really there, watching and protecting and intervening when necessary. Another thing I didn’t understand was that He was on as high alert as I was right now sitting in this car waiting and watching every car go by. I silently prayed in my own simple and unsophisticated way, “God don’t let my mom come by here.” We sat there for what seemed like an eternity to a couple of kids. It was made worse by the stone faced silent dad watching up the road for moms’ car. “Well, I guess we must have missed her” he finally said with a sigh as he started up the car and pulled back out on the road. As the house came into view, I saw my mom’s car sitting in the driveway. I could feel the breath being sucked out of my chest and the tears well up in my eyes.