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September 3, 2012

:the one where the rescued becomes the rescuer:




we met at the park, friends more than twenty years, hearding seven children under eight. we walked and talked, interrupted by no, no don't do that or lets go this way or why don't we...

the children were fascinated by the water knowing there were fish to be spotted. they got closer and closer. mostly worried about my little i'm-not-afraid-of-anything, lets-see-if-we-can-give-mommy-a-heart-attack, dude, i repeatedly warned him to be careful. i turned my head for a split second and looked up to see him falling in the water. thankfully he was in an area where the edge was shallow and had rocks and mostly sludge.

he was stuck, dirty and unhappy. none of the things i was hoping to accomplish on this adventure. i hoped for fun, friendship and laughter. i hoped for a great time, memories made and grateful hearts. i hoped for swinging and tree climbing.

the little man didn't listen. he did his own thing, marching to the beat of his own drum. he fell. he got stuck. he got dirty. he needed me to rescue him.

so i did.
i rescued him.
i cleaned him up.
i loved on him and sent him on his way.

just like the One who rescued me.




*linking up with carissa for miscellany monday
*linking up with ruth at the better mom

1 comment:

  1. Aww... that's so sweet. I have a son like that. They sure do make life fun!

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