The kids were coming into the sanctuary to join the grown-ups for the last part of the service. Most of them climbed into one of the first 3 pews, but a few others went to be with their parents. Two adorable, curly haired sisters – one about 3, the other about 5 – slowly made their way up the aisle, hand-in-hand. They walked hesitatingly, with trepidation. Their big eyes scanned the congregation around them worriedly. They looked very small in this vast space with a lot of big, unfamiliar people around them.

Then suddenly, they saw him and everything changed. “Daddy!” they cried.

Their worried looks turned to elation. Big smiles broke out on their faces. They let go of each other’s hand and ran up the aisle with abandon, straight into the arms of their loving father.

It was a touching scene to witness, but also one that made me reflect on my own experiences. When life overwhelms me and I feel small and afraid, am I willing to let my feelings move me to look hard for the face of the One whose mere presence will make everything okay, that can turn everything around? Or will...

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