There are times when I feel like a 76-year-old little boy running to his Daddy—running to God like a child. My arms are waving—not in praise. But…
Like in… I am so glad to see you.
Like in… I am so glad you’re home.
Like in… I missed you.
Like in… Pick me up.
Like in… Hug me, hold me, toss me up.
Like in… Let me tell you about my day.
Like in… I fell down, it really hurt.
Like in… Can we go in the backyard and play pitch and catch.
Like in… I love you so much but don’t always know how to say it… so, I run to you.
Like that.


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