day at the beach
All the kids from the orphanage/school were there with us.
I was playing with the boys in the water.
younger ones. Throwing them around. Wrestling
In the midst of all this, one of the boys named Chan
a kid about 15 years
old.
Jumps on me and says with a big smile, “Papa!”
Over the next few minutes he repeated it a few more times.
jump on me.
It hit me a lot deeper
.
of our beings
And it’s not that I am this great fatherly figure
Or that I am capable of fulfilling
that desire or emptiness in the
But for the rest of my time on the beach
I was praying
that God would use my holding, my wrestling, my touch
To convey to
these boys that it’s really their
doing those things.
That he is been FATHERING them their
entire life.
them to know that they are truly a SON.
It’s hard for anyone
to understand that God is their PAPA.
that has never had a PAPA?
That there understanding of God as a Father.
And their belief in KNOWING they are a SON and DAUGHTER.
Would grow ever DEEPER and more REAL
Every Day.
