The ways of little children

Last Wednesday night, I came home just in time to tell my son goodnight. It had been an overwhelming few days. My first sermon of the school year on Sunday. Our big welcome week fellowship Sunday night. We fed over 100 people pizza on campus Monday night. We fed around 75 at our student center Tuesday night and had 30 play frisbee. Wednesday night was the first Bible study at the student center for the fall. It's always overwhelming at the beginning, meeting new students and particularly freshmen and transfer students. At the end of the night, I was struggling with thinking that it depended on me to keep students interested, to keep them coming back. That my words and actions would make or break a relationship with a student...self-centered in a way, but for me it felt more like fear...fear that I had to be a certain kind of person for students to come back.
Well, I could spend more time here, but back to my son. It was dark in his room. He was already calm and quiet, whispering "daddy" a few times. For some reason, I laid my big heavy head on his little chest and just rested there for several minutes. He took his little hand and patted my head and rubbed his hand through my hair some, whispering to me. There on his little chest, I felt like I could finally rest. My emotions were released and I clearly saw God trying to heal me from my fear right there...and he did.
Thank you God for ministering to me through my son.

Miles has been saying "Jeus" for a few weeks now. There's no sweeter sound than your child trying to say the name Jesus.