I saw the man in my son today. While waiting with my two boys in our truck after church
today I looked back to see Logan unsuccessfully reaching for his blanket. Lincoln,
recognizing Logan’s need, picked up the blanket and handed it to Logan. Then sitting
back in his seat he began to tell me the story of the resurrection of Jesus. Soft light from
the completely cloud filtered sun rested upon his perfect little four-year-old face and eyes.
He looked into my eyes with the absolute confidence of an equal, but also as one who
understood and loved me just as completely as I did him. May sound silly to some, but to
his dad he was a real man for that moment. There’s plenty of growing up to go, but for
me, I saw the divine in my son today. A moment of grace. . . silent tears.
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